(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
“Levi?” I called softly.
He didn’t turn around immediately. His shoulders remained tense, his gaze fixed on the darkening forest. The usual playfulness that defined him was nowhere to be seen.
“Hey,” he finally said, his voice lacking its typical energy.
I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around myself against the evening chill. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he answered too quickly.
“Levi,” I said gently, moving to stand beside him. “I know you better than that.”
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair—a gesture so similar to what Liam had done moments earlier that my heart ached at the reminder of their connection as triplets.
“It’s nothing,” he insisted, but his clenched jaw said otherwise.
I placed my hand on his arm. “Please talk to me.”
