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 sure if I follow. Are you insinuating that I was… distracted this weekend?”
Edwin’s lips pressed into a flat line as he slowly walked around his desk. With each step, the fibers on his sweater seemed to strain further against his broad chest. I swallowed hard, struggling to meet his intense gaze.
“I’m saying,” he began in a measured tone, “that mistakes like this don’t happen unless your mind is elsewhere. And from what I saw, your mind seemed pretty preoccupied with… fraternizing.”
