Chapter 134 Class Act

• Audrey
• I lay with my head on Edwin’s shoulder afterwards, tracing lazy patterns across his bare skin and watching as his chest rose and fell. Soft strains of classical music played on the speaker, and the candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls of our secret hideaway. The air still smelled like sweat and intimacy, heady and intoxicating.
• Edwin reached for a bunch of grapes on the nearby tray, plucking one and bringing it to my lips. “Open,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.