Rhia's POV
Being pressed between two men, with their heat radiating into my skin until I felt flushed, overwhelmed, and painfully aware of every inch of myself, felt like a punishment I hadn’t seen coming.
The backseat was too small for three people, especially when two of them were built like they were. Rhys sprawled lazily beside me, long legs stretched, his shoulder pressed firmly against my back, enough that I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, a calm contrast to mine. Miles sat rigidly on my other side, hands hovering awkwardly on his thighs, his fingers flexing once, then stilling, as if he was terrified that one wrong movement would make it brush against my bare thigh.
It didn’t help that my skirt had chosen this exact moment to betray me. It rode up my thighs,
