Chapter 128 All He Wrote

• Audrey
• We left a trail of clothes as we went, ripping and tearing like animals. I think I even heard the sound of a few buttons popping and clattering to the floor, but neither of us cared in our haste. We were too concerned with making it to the bed. And if we didn’t make it that far, then we would settle for the floor, or the round table by the window.
• Edwin dug his fingers into my bare waist, pressing me up against the end of the bed. My legs hit the soft mattress, and he pushed me down, dropping to a crouch in front of me.