Ezra

I can’t look Ray in the eye after what I’ve done—what Wren and I have done.

“You’re awfully quiet today, EJ,” he says, eyes narrowed.

“I’m thinking,” I lie. “Reggie and those three hooligans are threatening us. And I’m smart enough to know those aren’t empty threats.”

It’s not a total lie. I am in fact thinking of the men…and Wren.

God, she’s my girlfriend.

Finally.

It feels different, like everything is more. My feelings seem more, our intimacy ...