Despite herself, Eve laughed. "How do you know I've reviewed it eighteen times?"
"Because I've been counting," Silas said, amusement clear in his voice. "And because you get this specific wrinkle between your eyebrows when you're overthinking things. It's currently very prominent."
Eve tried to smooth her expression, which just made all three of her mates laugh.
"Come on," Damon said, already pulling her toward the bed. "Let us distract you properly."
They undressed her slowly, three sets of hands working in coordination to remove every piece of clothing until she stood naked between them. The attention was overwhelming in the best way, Damian's mouth on her neck, Damon's hands on her breasts, Silas kneeling to kiss a path up her inner thigh.
"You've been so stressed," Damian murmured against her throat. "So worried about everything. Let us take care of you."
"Let us remind you," Damon added, his thumbs circling her nipples, "exactly how strong you are."
