Edward’s POV
The sound of a phone ringing broke through the silence, sharp and insistent.
I didn’t even glance at it. Whatever it was could wait. Right now, the world had narrowed to Clara — the warmth of her breath, the closeness that made my pulse stumble.
“Not answering?” she asked softly, her tone half-tease, half-whisper. Her face tilted upward, eyes shimmering in the low light.
“Yeah,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “Continue.”
She smiled, the kind of slow, dangerous smile that made the air feel thick. The phone rang again. I gritted my teeth and reached for it, if only to silence the noise.
“Ethan!” came a familiar voice through the receiver — Ryan, one of my dorm mates. “Where the hell are you? I bought kebabs and drinks! Get back here!”
My body tensed. Of all times. “You call
