IX
The ride back was utter torture. The guilt that consumed me was unbearable as I fought with the options of telling Adrien the truth. The raw need that had consumed me for Cyprus’ touch was undeniable, but completely inexcusable. Alcohol or no, I should not have given in. Adrien had done nothing but improve my well-being and I’d betrayed his trust. I felt ill.
One fact remained, whether I liked it or not, I would need to find Cyprus again. Not only did he have information on Victoria, he had known her well enough to carry something personal of hers with him.
And when I found Cyprus for a second time, would it only be to talk? The sensations of his hands on my hips, the leather biting into my skin, the weight of his body pressing onto my chest- I feared I would not be able to stop myse
