Lily took a few quick measurements from each of us before we separated around the store, looking through the racks one by one. The store was soon filled with the sound of chiffon and satin rustling about as my hands glided over all the beautiful fabrics.
There were so many dresses to look through, and after a few minutes of searching, I started to gravitate towards my packmates, listening to their discussion on suits. Lily wastrying to convince them to pick out a unified look; something that united them as a group without looking like they bought their suits in bulk. After much back and forth, they finally settled on a style that suited all four well. Lily handed Isaac and Preston options to try on, and they made their way to the back fitting rooms.
Meanwhile, I resumed looking through the dresses while Lukas brought more and more absurd suggestions to me, making me laugh. I wanted to find something elegant, but I was having a hard time deciding amongst any of these gorgeous gowns. I'd never worn anything even close to how elegant these dresses looked.
I continued to indecisively wander the store when Isaac reentered the room in his suit. My eyes, my feet, everything in me wanted to gravitate towards him as he stood in front of the mirrors, inspecting his suit. My hands especially had a strong desire to rub all over his chest. Of course, I held back, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off him. He looked amazing in that suit, highlighting the longer side of his black hair and bringing out gold flecks in his brown eyes. Why did he always feel like temptation walking to me?
After a brief moment, he looked up and caught my eyes watching him in the mirror. He slowly turned his head towards me and lifted his hand, gesturing for me to come over to him.
My feet moved before I even realized it, and soon I was standing right next to him.
Pivoting towards me, his brown eyes stared down at me. “Does this look like a good fit?” His hands glided down the smooth fabric of the suit, gently highlighting his taut muscles underneath.
My fingers twitched by my side, wanting to touch his chest. I licked my lips, biting my lower one as I nodded in reply.
As if sensing my desire, he reached for my hand and brought it up to trace down his chest. “Do you like the way the fabric feels?”
I nodded again, my breath quickening as he continued to guide my hand along his jacket.
He stepped a little closer to me and leaned forward, softly speaking in my ear. “I really enjoyed our kiss earlier today.”
As soon as he mentioned our kiss, my mind flashed back to it—me perched on the barre, our arms reaching for each other as our mouths couldn’t get enough.
“You two kissed?” Preston said, suddenly appearing right next to me. I jumped at his voice, dropping my hand from Isaac’s jacket and taking a step back.
“I…um,” I stumbled upon my words as my face burned red. This felt weird talking about kissing them with each other. Guilt shot up through my stomach, racing across my mind. Would I have to deal with jealousy over everything I did?
Preston smiled at me while Isaac chuckled.
“It’s okay if you kiss us both, you know,” Isaac said while Preston faced the mirror to view his suit. I glanced between both men, letting Isaac’s words settle my nerves a bit. He continued as he gently ran his fingers down my arm. “We want you to like all of us, Ivy. It helps if we’re all viewed equally in your eyes. Don’t be ashamed or embarrassed moving forward with any of us.”
He reached around my waist and pulled me tighter into his arms, facing me towards Preston. “Does he look good in that suit as well?”
“He looks very good,” I softly whispered. My whole body burned with both desire and embarrassment. It was one thing to be told I had permission to like them all; it was a whole other thing to actually put it on display.
“I always thought Preston looked like a handsome, stereotypical prince,” Isaac said. “Do you agree?”
My eyes raced up and down Preston’s form, taking in his perfect dancer posture along with his short, styled blond hair and stunning facial features.
“Yes,” I replied, a bit more breathy than I meant to be, which earned a sweet smile from Preston.He lowered his gaze, his cheeks blushing a bit before he glanced over to me with those gorgeous, green eyes of his.
Isaac smoothed the fabric down his own jacket, his eyes finding mine through the mirror. “If he’s your prince, what does that make me?”
“Definitely my devil,” I softly spoke, my eyes darting back and forth between these two men.
Preston’s eyes found mine through the mirror and gave me a subtle wink.
Once again, I was speechless.
***
Preston
Ivy said I looked very good. She also said I was her prince. I would happily be her prince anytime she needed me. Butterflies raced through my stomach as her eyes kept darting between Isaac and me. There was a little jealousy there, knowing she'd kissed Isaac, too. At one point, I’d been her only kissed packmate, but obviously that never would have lasted.
Yesterday, Isaac and I suspected she’d kissed Lukas as well. He would not stop talking about her photoshoot, and her pictures looked amazing. He wouldn’t say if he kissed her, but Ivy admitted it earlier today.
“So you’ve kissed me, Isaac, and Lukas,” I teased her slightly, keeping my voice quiet so only Isaac and Ivy could hear me. “Demetrius too?”
