Tonya
Ezra c****d his eyebrow at my question. “That’s an intelligent question, Tonya,” he said. Somehow, we both ended up sitting on my bed close to each other with his hand on mine.
I looked at the mess Mandy had made in my room. All my clothes that Ezra had bought for me were strewn across. I hated the way she threw them without emotion. Did she know that Ezra had bought them for me? Must be…
I got up to fold them. “Ivy will take care of them,” he said tugging me back on the bed. “What do you think of this situation?” he asked, his knuckles caressing the back of my hand gently. Somehow this small act looked so intimate that I didn’t want him to stop. Maybe I needed some reassurance that this was over.
“I don’t know,” I replied, shrugging. “But you should ask Mandy how she knew abou
