Chapter 26

Wren

"Ezra," I croak, his hands slide up and down my thighs. "I don't think we should—"

"I'm not doing anything to you, Birdie," he rasps with a chuckle. "I asked you a question."

We both watch his fingers as they trail up my skin in featherlight touches, as if they were only whispering, tea...

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