#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. I obliged, letting him feed me the sweet fruit. His fingers, still tasting faintly like me, brushed my lips as I took the grape. The burst of flavor on my tongue was a stark contrast to the lingering taste of his skin. As I chewed, Edwin poured us each another glass of wine. I took my offered glass, clinking it softly with his, and took a sip. After our encounter, that bit of liquid felt necessary to cool myself and relax my tired muscles. “This is nice,” I said soft