Chapter 411
Soren hugged me and gently patted my back, trying to comfort me into sleep.
Grogginess clouded my mind. Was it pure exhaustion or just the alcohol? I had no idea. But at least I was quiet
now.
When I finally started to stir, I felt lights flashing and ducking away from me. I lifted my head and realized Soren was carrying me in a bridal hold, my head resting on his shoulder.
His profile was breathtaking–seriously the most handsome thing I’d ever seen.
His jaw? Chiseled.
His Adam’s apple? Sharp.
His ears? Sculpted.
I couldn’t help but giggle.
“You’re up already? What’s so funny?” he asked, glancing down at me.
“I must be dreaming,” I muttered, brushing my cheek against his shoulder.
“You’re sleep talking?”
“Oh, I must be. Every time I drink too much, all I dream of is you. And the things I want to do to you… If only I could do them in real life…”
Soren’s heartbeat sped up. I could hear it thudding against his chest.
“What do you want to do to me?” he asked.
“I want you inside me.”
“What did you say?”
“You, inside me, Soren!” I giggled, not even realizing what I’d just said.
A few seconds later, I felt myself plummeting into the void.
The soft, bouncy mattress caught me. Before I could process what had happened, I felt a weight on top of me. Then, his lips sealed mine, almost stealing my breath away.
“Do everything you dream of doing to me, Taylor Jones, and I’ll cooperate.”
Liquid courage gave me a rush. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top.
He was asking for it. I was just the genie granting his wish.
What a night. It felt like we could never be exhausted. Alcohol was terrible–except when it was this good. I’d never felt so enraptured, so alive.
We didn’t leave the hotel the next day. We didn’t care what anyone outside might think.
We just kept each other company, over and over, as if the world might end tomorrow, and today was our last chance to be together.
But, like all good things, it eventually came to an end.
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Chapter 411
Three days later, we had to head home.
I’d been keeping my phone off to avoid the flood of calls. Instead, I called my aunt from Soren’s phone.
“The Kennedys are under investigation,” she told me. “As the investigation goes deeper, people are realizing just how much corruption there really was. Even your dad’s involved.”
I was stunned. “Harry was involved in one of their shady dealings?!”
“Yeah, and not just one or two. They didn’t even uncover everything last year! It goes way deeper than anyone knew.”
I had the call on loudspeaker, so Soren heard it as well.
We exchanged a grim look.
