Wren

“I saw you talking with Ray yesterday,” I say. “What about?”

Ezra sighs, fingers stroking my bare back. We’ve been cuddled up since last night, just relinquishing in each other’s skin.

His heart thuds steady in my ears while I brush his naked chest.

“He asked when you started giving a shit about me,” he huffs a laugh.

Quickly, I recall Ray asking the same thing to me. I breathe out, eyes fluttering close.

“What did you say?”

He manages a shrug. “That I’m ...