Wren

My heart is in my throat, blood rushing through my body. I can’t think, I can’t speak. My skin feels on fire, every nerve ending fired up.

I adjust myself on the pillows, and watch Ezra stalk towards me. His sweats ride low on his hips, peeking at the deep ‘V’ that leads to the part of him that I’ve only touched.

His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. His heated stare burns a trail up my body, leaving licks of flame in their wake.

The air cackles ...