Audrey & Edwin
Audrey’s POV
I stared at Edwin in disbelief as he adjusted the wine-stained scarf around his neck. “You can’t be serious,” I said, reaching out to tug at the fabric. “It’s completely ruined. Let me make you a new one.”
Edwin shook his head, an uncharacteristic smile playing on his lips. “I like this one, Audrey. It has character.”
“Character?” I scoffed, giving the scarf another pull. “It looks like I spilled a bottle of Merlot on it.”
As I tugged on the scarf, it unexpectedly pulled Edwin closer. He stumbled forward, his hand slamming into the wall above my head to steady himself. Suddenly, we were face to face, mere inches apart. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, mingling with his cologne. It made my head spin—or maybe that was just the drinks I’d h
