Chapter 82. Take the Bikers With You

Wren POV

Six Days Later.

When Quincy steps into the kitchen, I glare at her. Worse, Ray follows behind her, shirtless and in a pair of sweats.

His brown hair sticks up everywhere, and it’s times like this that I notice how different we are.

I’ve been told we look nothing alike, and some days I see just how true that statement is.

“We’re sorry,” Quincy mumbles, her cheeks red.

I cross my arms. “This is the third night I’ve heard you guys. Why, just why, can’t you hold out until I leave?”

They’ve been going at it this week, and it has to be the most uncomfortable experience of my life.

When I told Ezra about it, he laughed and asked me why I’m always at the other end of people’s intimacies.

Ha. Ha. Very funny, Ezra.

“I can’t help that my girlfriend wants me, Chirp. If you were her, you’d want me too.”

“Gross, Ray.” My nose scrunches up. “I’m going back to Ezra’s.”

“So soon?”

He crosses the i