Wren
“Damn, is that your brother?” Judi whistles from her spot by the window.
I huff. “Depends. Is it a brown-haired, scary-looking guy with Ezra?”
“Yup!” She pops the ‘p’, then sighs. “Oh, to be surrounded by such hot dudes.”
“They’re annoying.”
“I’d take it,” she giggles.
Judi closes the blinds and hops back on my bed. “Do you think they’ll come up?”
I glance at her. “I’m sure they’ll come up.”
Last night I had told her everything that happened with Ezra and I, right from before I moved to Seattle.
Her eyes were wide and round, soaking all the details and when I got to what happened last night, she practically melted…and pouted because apparently Ezra’s now off limits.
To which I assured her she can have him.
That was a lie, of course.
“So do we let them in?” She asks.
I sh
