Edward
"Maybe we should have had breakfast instead," Harper smiled before he took a sip of his wine then smacked his stained lips together. His eyes teasing as they stared at me before raising his eyebrows when I hummed, finally bringing myself back down to earth.
"What was that?" I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat.
"Maybe we should have had breakfast instead," he repeated, "You look exhausted. Dinner right after your flight wasn't a good idea."
Exhaustion wasn't what had my brain so out of focus. It was Connor and his voice. Connor with his stupid text and his stupid face. I didn't understand how he had been in Scotland for less than a year but I swore the accent was already starting to stick. Maybe it was just my own head, I wasn't sure but it was driving me crazy.
The unwise part was thinking I could have dinner with Harper and be completely normal.
