Chapter 41. Definition Of Foreplay

Wren POV

My eyes light up as I spot a small gift box on my bed. Tentatively, I walk the rest of the way into the room and pick it up.

Ribbons fly everywhere, and I gasp at the content of the box. A dainty silver necklace sits in the velvet cushion, with a pair of matching earrings.

Tears spring to my eyes, bottom lip jutting out in a pout as I hold the box up to the light.

“Ezra!” I call, marching out of my room and knocking on his door. “Open up.”

His footsteps pad softly from behind the door, and he opens it. Dressed in a slack tank top, and sweat shorts, he leans on the frame but still manages to tower over me.

”Hey,” he murmurs with a lazy smile, gaze dragging down my body in the familiar heated way.

I zone in on his dark nipples that peek out from the tank. “Your nipples are showing.”

He looks down at it, then snorts. “Is that why you’re here?”

“Right, no.” I push the box in front of him. “Another gift?”