“W-what are you doing?” Why had she stammered? From surprise? Or the fact that she’d forgotten that he was simply that good looking? “Waiting for you. What are you studying?” “Economics. Why are you in my room?” “I thought we had a connection. Something special.” “Huh?” Was he drunk? Edwin smiled, revealing a dimple in his stubbled cheek. Cassia had always liked dimples. “I’m teasing. Ivy told me about what happened between you.”
