Lilith pov

Awkward.

That was the word I would use to describe this situation right now.

It was so awkward.

I sat on the picnic blanket, my face flushed, my heart still racing, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my dress as the most breathtaking men sat before me—Silas in brown, Lucien in black, and Claude in white. None of them were wearing their usual suits today, only loose, baggy clothes that shifted softly in the wind.

They looked mesmerizing.

Sculpted like gods.

We all knew that already.

And the reason I was currently looking away from them wasn’t because I was shy, it was because of what I...