Wren

“Hey, Birdie.” A low murmur sounds in my sleep, followed by soft, wet pecks on my lips and cheeks. “Darling, get up.”

I stretch, eyes fluttering open to see Ezra smiling down at me.

I offer a sleepy smile in return, yawning. “Hey, baby.”

His eyes light up as he presses his lips against mine in a short, sweet kiss.

“Remember that date?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“You might want to start getting ready.”

I blink slowly. The words filter through my sleep-muddled brain, ...