Wren

“You should apologize too, Ezra,” I say, skillfully avoiding the question he asked.

He raises a brow. “Apologise for what?”

With a huff, I stand.

He doesnt move away like I thought he would. But really, this is Ezra we’re talking about… he wouldn’t move.

“Really?” I cross my arms, cheeks flushing. “For spanking me, Ezra.”

He chuckles, a low rumble in his throat. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Birdie.”

“So you think it’s appropriate to spank ...