Wynter’s POV
Connor and I have been dancing around each other since Saturday evening. One minute he’s flirty and getting too close, the next he’s backing away and treating me like a friend. Honestly, the constant change in his attitude is really messing with my head.
It’s now Sunday, and I’m at the apartment alone after Hali called and invited Connor and Grace over for lunch. They did extend the invitation to me as well, but I declined, really needing some space to sort out my thoughts which I can’t seem to do with a certain someone nearby.
I’m currently sprawled across my bed, laptop open as I reread the passage, I just wrote for my current essay that is due next week.
As I delete a sentence and rewrite it, my cell phone rings beside me on the covers.
Rolling onto my side, I grab th
