KENNEDY

A hum—buzz. Pressure. 

A little shaky. 

 

What happened? 

 

I was drinking wine. Seconds later, I saw a glimpse of those familiar dark eyes before my world went dark.

 

I licked my lips. My throat was dry as a desert. 

 

The humming continued. Typically, I stretched in bed before I got up, but this bed seemed small and uncomfortable for my back.

 

Blinking my eyes open, I finally realized that I wasn’t in my bed. I quickly rose to my feet only to get tugged my ass back, slumping to the chair.

 

All my senses woke up—the humming and pressure. Oh, my God.

 

I was secured in a seat belt. ...