“Who said you’re staying over?” “Me. And we both know I win at these things eventually.” His voice drags out teasingly as he walks away, off exploring my place on his own. The problem is, Ezra’s right. More and more lately, he’s been getting his way. It’s curious the way he wears me down because sometimes I don’t even try to fight it. Like tonight. He’ll be staying over, but it won’t be in the spare room.
