SAVINA’S POV
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, mouth agape. Heath's reaction was a simple, light chuckle, unbothered, mostly directed more at my discomfort than the words themselves.
I searched Pierce’s face for traces of humor but found none. If this was another tease from them, I wasn’t in for it.
“I don’t quite follow,” I managed the sentence, leaving a stutter here and there.
Pierce, however, was kind enough to rectify my confusion.
“Let’s start with something as simple as straddling, Vina.”
“W-what?” I swallowed a lump in my throat.
It was one thing to be held suddenly by Heath in public and another to have to practice such intimacy in the presence of his Second. Heat, in explosive waves, had already started its way through my body and up my face.
I hesitated.
"We don't
