Chapter 4
CHAPTER
FOUR
Ezra
If I thought it would be impossible to fall anymore in love with Berlyn, I was just proven wrong.
Every interaction with her feels like the highest rush of euphoria, one no drug could ever touch.
The way her cheeks heat as words spill from her mouth without much rhyme or reason makes my blood rush in a way that warms me to my core.
Or how I can barely follow her train of thought as her mind bounces from one thought to the next, only vocalizing half of them.
It leaves me bewildered how we got to a topic, and yet utterly entranced that we did.
Adoration is not a feeling I had ever experienced before my little rabbit. Love, affection, desire, even possessiveness I’ve all felt for Jude and West, but neither of them could bring about this same wistful adoration, only Berlyn.
But how could anyone not adore her after spending even sixty seconds with her?
She thought she sleep-cleaned her whole house.
Wait until the others hear about that. We’ll have to be a little more obvious with our next steps.
My lips pull up in a grin as I walk away and slip my headphone into my ear, connecting my phone to hers so I can hear what she has to say to her friend after our encounter.
Never could I have prepared myself to hear such sweet words pass her lips. A fascination. An attraction. Maybe even a connection. Not only with one but with all three of us. She feels it too. She wouldn’t know so much about us if she wasn’t paying attention to us.
Not as closely as we’ve been paying attention to her, but enough to know for sure that our plan is going to work.
In fact, I think we can speed it up now that we know we’re working with a foundation of interest.
I hope she’s ready to run, because sooner rather than later we’ll be chasing our little rabbit to make her ours, and when we catch her, we won’t let go.
Tonight, we go to her house, and soon we won’t ever leave.
We do own it, after all.