“Did you ladies enjoy your picnic in the garden?” Lennon asks, popping out of the pool and sitting on the edge.
Holy fuck, he’s hot. Dripping with water, his bronzed skin looks delicious enough to lick. Something I’m starting to think I’d like to do. Taste him. Find out if he’s as delicious as he appears to be.
Because if anything, Lennon is sweet.
“How did you know we were in the garden?” Kyra ask as her raft floats up next to mine.
“We may have been spying on you for a minute or two,” Jace confesses.
Shit. I wonder what minutes they were. There’s a big difference between them hearing us talk about ourselves and them hearing us evaluate them based on their looks.
“That’s not very nice of you,” I tease, facing Jace, but my eyes still locked on Lennon’s glistening torso. “What exactly did you hear?”
“I’m the nice one,” Lennon says, confirming my suspicions.
The question becomes, do I tell the other girls or keep this information to myself? For now, I think I’ll keep my lips sealed. This could come in handy later on.