Evelyn.
As I stand in front of Connor's door, I contemplate knocking or turning away, partly because of the noise that is deafening and also because of my racing heart.
I shouldn't be this nervous, as it's not my first time in his apartment. It is not the first time we've met at a party either.
Yet, I am, and I know why.
Because he came to my door two hours ago, caught me off-guard with the kiss that swept me off my feet, and whispered in my ear that he was hosting a party and wanted me to come.
"If you don't want to, then I'll cancel it. I don't want to disturb you."
My heart fluttered at that, and I smiled so hard I thought my lips would get stuck to my teeth. Thirty minutes before the party, I decided to pick out an outfit. I told myself it was just a party on the floor above mine
