"Is it?" he asked, squinting again. "I didn't get that from Mac...Mac gave me a book about different positions mostly, for actual intercourse." Because that's a word for Declan, the man guaranteed never to drop an F-bomb.

"It was just...something. Something I thought of based on something else I read and something else already in my mind. But...everything I've read implies what I did was extremely common and fairly, uh, tame." Lavender crept into alabaster ears, pale eyes fixed on the nearby bunk wall, teeth grinding the inside of his cheek.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."