Kevin's POV

"Are you done packing?" Zeke asked in what felt like the millionth time.

I couldn't count how many times I had heard that question today. He had been hovering around the room, doing nothing except frustrating me and getting in the way.

I sighed instead of responding to him and felt Ella's hand on my wrist just as I was about to give him a piece of my mind and tell him to leave our room, the room I shared with Ella.

At first I ...