… Audrey’s POV “Audrey? Can we talk?” Max stood a few feet away from me, drink in hand and a curious look in his eye. Immediately, I felt my proverbial hackles raise; but before I could bite out a response, Tina was stepping in front of me. “Go to hell, Max,” she growled, flashing her fangs
Audrey I shook Betty’s hand gratefully, giving her a warm smile. “Thanks for that. I can’t believe he had the nerve to show his face here after what he did to me.” Betty waved a dismissive hand in response. “Please, I’ve been waiting for a chance to put that pig in his place for ages.” She rolle
Edwin & Audrey Edwin’s POV Just as I suspected, sleep was eluding me that night; I kept tossing and turning, unable to find any semblance of rest. I knew I shouldn’t have had that last glass of whiskey, but I had gotten ahead of myself, trying to dull my frayed nerves in the wake of a string and
“Miss Thatcher—My office, nine A.M. sharp. We need to discuss your grading from Friday night. There were some issues. - E. Brooks” My brow furrowed in confusion as I re-read the curt message. Miss Thatcher? E. Brooks? Grading issues? What had crawled up his ass and died there? Still, I supposed
Audrey I stared back at Edwin in confusion, his words ringing in my ears. Too busy thinking about boys? What was he implying, exactly? “I’m sorry, Professor,” I said carefully, trying to keep my tone neutral despite the slight flush that was starting to creep up the back of my neck. “I’m not sur
“Employ?” I couldn’t contain the derisive snort that burst from my lips. “This is a teaching assistant role, not some corporate job. You can’t force some sort of non-fraternization clause on me. If you try, I’ll just tell Ms. Morrie.” A muscle in Edwin’s jaw ticked at the mention of the assistant
AudreyI paced back and forth across my dorm room, the floorboards creaking beneath the carpet with each step. My hands repeatedly came up to clutch my hair, and my brow was knit so tightly together I thought it might get stuck like that for eternity.“I just don’t understand how he thinks he actual
…“Things have been pretty crazy since that party, huh?”The sound of a familiar male voice caused me to turn. There, standing behind me in the crowded, noisy cafeteria, was Gavin—holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a weathered book in the other. Even now, without me even saying anything to him,
“I think you’re going to change so many lives,” I said to Eliza. “Those kids are so lucky to have you.” Eliza looked down, her cheeks pink. “Thank you, Audrey. Really.” Tina piped up next. “And my LGBT counseling department is finally off the ground! ” She paused, leaning into my mother, who was
Audrey After a long flight, we finally touched down in Italy. The sunlight streaming in through the plane window was a promising golden hue, and just the sight of it made me feel like my heart was about to leap out of my chest. “I might need a nap when we get to the villa,” Edwin yawned, shaking
And as I watched, I felt a hand slip into mine. I glanced up, finding Edwin beside me, his gaze focused on the runway but his approval humming through the bond. My mother stood on my other side, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. A lump rose in my throat, and I couldn’t even speak. None of us c
Audrey Edwin and I emerged from the small room, his hand still resting protectively on my back. The hustle and bustle of last-minute preparations immediately hit us, assistants running back and forth, models being ushered into position, and the soft hum of the audience’s chatter drifting through t
“There’s always time,” I whispered, grabbing the wrist of his free hand and pulling it close to peer at his watch. The movement caused him to topple forward, and he caught himself on his other palm, caging me against the hard wood of the vanity. “But maybe not enough time to waste right now.” Edwi
Audrey Before I could even answer his question, Edwin rushed past me and locked the door. When he turned back to me, he was grinning from ear to ear. The sight of that mischievous look on his face made my breath hitch. Once, it had been like pulling teeth to get the man to smile. And now here he
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I tore into the wrapping paper, revealing a soft red scarf. I could tell immediately that it was handmade—there were more than a few uneven stitches, and the outline was lumpy. It was far from perfect. But I loved it all the more for that. “Goddess, Edwin,” I laugh
Audrey The morning of the show was a frenzy. No, more than a frenzy. It was complete and utter chaos. I spent the entire morning from sunup to noon running endlessly from one end of the venue to the other, desperately trying to make sure every last detail was perfect. The racks were lined with c
“Uh… Yeah,” Malakai said. “Coffee would be nice.” A few minutes later, the three of us sat around the table, steaming cups of pitch black coffee in our hands. I kept it bitter, just in case Malakai was here to stir up more shit. It burned a little going down, but I sipped it anyway. Malakai look