Lilah POV
HOLY. s**t.
If I pulled out a dictionary and looked up the word wet dream, his picture would be there with no other explanation.
I thought his eyes were attractive, but pair it with his face, and a full view of his height, build, and style; f**k, he was hot.
He had perfect mid-length hair, slightly longer on the top with soft curls, and neatly trimmed sides. It was dark brown, almost black. His jawline was sharp and angular, while his lips were the perfect blend of plush and heart-shaped.
Add in the fact that he was at least six foot four inches; I was in the presence of an angel.
“Lilah?” he arched a brow, “Your hair is darker.”
“You two know each other?” Liv’s eyes bounced between the two of us.
“She made me the worst coffee I’ve ever had the displeasure of drinki
