“This is a big deal, Davis. We know that, and we’re all taking it seriously, I assure you. But you’re freaking out a bit more than you should be.”
I melt into his hold, resting my forehead against his shoulder as I force myself to take a deep breath. “I am.”
“Would it be easier if I picked something out for you?”
Gods above, I should be able to do something as simple as pick out my own clothes for a date, but I find myself nodding. “I’d like that.”
“Good, because you look like you’re getting ready for work in that white button-down.” He pulls back, grinning at me before leaning in to brush his lips over mine. “Sit down on the bed and just breathe for a minute, yeah?”
I nod, sitting down as directed when he walks into my closet. I hear him rustling around inside for a minute before a pair of black jeans come flying at my head. I snatch them out of the air and pull them on. He comes out holding a bright pink button-down I’d completely forgotten I had.
“Didn’t Kiara buy this for you?”
“She did. She didn’t think I’d wear it.” I laugh, remembering Christmas during her senior year of high school.
Mason snorts. “But you wore it every week for months.”
I shrug. “Mostly because of the look on her face every time she saw me in it. It made her smile.”
He hums. “It did. Since you stopped wearing it after she went off to school, it’s practically brand new. I bet she’d smile if you wore it.”
“It’s perfect,” I agree, already undoing my shirt so I can swap them out. “Thanks, Mason. I was really freaking out for no reason.”
He runs his hand through my hair. “I kind of figured as much since you weren’t already downstairs. Yeah, that shirt looks amazing on you. I think you should put it back into the rotation for work.”
I run my hands down the front of the shirt, grinning at my reflection. “You know what? I think I just might.”
Feeling a lot better about the night, I allow Mason to drag me downstairs to the kitchen, where Alexander is waiting for us. He looks just as delicious as Mason wearing black slacks and a black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms.
“Damn, Alex.” I let out a whistle, turning my finger in the air to indicate he spin around—which he doesn’t do.
Instead, he just flips me off. “Have a wardrobe crisis?”
“Maybe. Shut up.”
He grins, but before he can snark back at me, there’s a sound on the stairs that has the three of us spinning on our heels and heading into the entryway.
Crew’s dark hair is messy as usual, but my mouth falls open when I realize he’s wearing a corset over his black-button down. His sleeves are also rolled up, and he wears a pair of black leather pants.
Thank fuck we live in the mountains or he’d be dying in the spring heat.
“Holy shit,” Alexander murmurs, followed by a grunt from Mason.
Holy shit, indeed.
My eyes move to Kiara, and any breath left in my lungs evaporates.
Like Crew, she’s dressed in black. The sleeveless dress hugs her curves and ends just below her knees, but has a slit on one side that stops mid-thigh. Her black hair is pulled back off her face and shoulders in some kind of updo that leaves her slender neck on display.
Fuck.
What I wouldn’t give to have my bite mark on her neck.
Shit.
Where did that come from? That’s something I’d expect from one of the alphas—not me.
I’ve always known she’s beautiful, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her more beautiful as the three of us stare at the pair of them, completely speechless.