HEATH’S POV
It was a little over midnight when we surrendered to the softness of my sheets, lost in a conversation I wasn’t sure who had started.
The fire in the hearth was nothing but embers now, but there was still a marked warmth in the room.
A glint alight in her eyes, Vina lay on her side, her head propped on her hand. She had discarded her earlier dress now, and not for the reasons you might think.
She was simply just hot, and had settled for the casually short slip dress she had underneath. It was tempting, yet I tried to pay no mind to that.
In her grip were the documents Pierce had handed to us earlier. And while we waited for sleep to take its toll on us, we exhausted the questions on them.
“What’s that one thing you think is overrated?”
Moments passed as I pondered on
