Freya POV
I banged my head against the floor.
“Ouch.” I rubbed the back of my head, and Ezren stood over me.
“Having a nice time down there?”
“Not particularly.” I pushed to my feet awkwardly, and then pulled at my oversized sweater reaching my knees. Ezren was in a white T-shirt with his arm cradled in a sling and baggy black sweatpants that sat low on his hips.
I tucked a rogue strand of hair behind my ear, realizing it was a mess, and I had just been sleeping on the floor in front of his door. Why no one from the house had woken me up, I didn’t know.
“How are you feeling today? I hope better?” I picked at my chipped black nail polish, feeling like I was sixteen again. And I was talking to the cutest boy in school.
Ezren cast a questioning gaze my way. “I’m good. Why were you a
