Wren

“Ohhh yesss,” Brittany moans. “Right there, EJ…yess.”

Ezra’s corresponding groan echoes, accompanied by the wet sound of skin slapping against skin.

I hold my pillow over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Fuuuucck.” His groan is long, low…loud. I feel it in the pool of my tummy.

But I’m too irritated to care.

His life goal is to piss me off, isn’t it?

As if interrupting my cozy time downstairs was not enough, now he’s interrupting my sleep.

I huff, adding ...