‘Imagine Edward and Shay talking to you in their own respective native tongues in hushed tones whilst they drag their lips down the sides of your neck. You’re in between them. One of them whispers from behind, the other from your front. Switching their delicious words only to communicate with one another exactly what they want to do you. Before they gruffly whisper in Irish and Welsh again as they know how wet it gets you. “Shay, she’s already soaked.” “Aye, she’s about to be dripping.”’