Chapter 46. Do You Think I’m Stupid

Wren POV

“You didn’t have to get anything, Birdie.” Ezra clips my seatbelt for me.

My cheeks burn. “I can’t just go to a little boy’s birthday party empty-handed.”

He pauses, gaze heating up my skin and then he leans in and kisses me. It’s a small peck, gone before I can think about it, but my lips tingle nonetheless.

“You’re amazing,” he praises, smacking his lips and turning the ignition.

I just stare, heart palpitating in my chest, and my whole body reddens.

The ease in which he did that feels so domestic, and I fear I’ll get used to this side of Ezra.

“What did you do that for?” I ask, breathy.

He pulls out of the mall, and places a hand on my thigh. “Do what?”

I don’t respond.

Instead I take in his profile, his messy dark hair, eyes focused on the road. He’s dressed in a white dress shirt and blue denim.

He’s gorgeous, rugged…absolutely breathtaking.

It’s not good for my heart.

“Hm?”