Wren

“No other man will touch you,” Ezra growls against my lips.

I giggle, giving him a peck. “No one else.”

“I’ll break their fingers.”

Peck.

“I know.”

“I’ll beat them up.”

Peck.

“I’m sure you will.”

He sighs. “Your brother is driving me up the fucking wall. He sent me some pictures of men to veto.”

“You’re kidding.” I laugh.

“I wish I was, babe.” Ezra groans. “Since the night of the party, all he’s talked about is getting you a ...