Wynter’s POV
I jump in surprised alarm, as a knock sounds on my bedroom door, breaking through the music that is pumping through my headphones that are covering my ears as I read over my study notes to ready myself for my lectures on Tuesday.
Tugging them off my head, I slide the paperwork and laptop, under my bed, before I check my watch, it's after seven pm. Standing up, I hurry toward my door, I pull it open it to find Connor on the other side, the muscular man leaning against my doorframe as he gives me that slow, sexy smile.
‘Sorry’ I gulp, ‘I didn’t hear the front door, I had headphones on.’ I wave behind me at the bed which is an unmade mess making me cringe internally.
Connor nods, his gaze dipping to my lips momentarily, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
‘Is Grace
