Lennox's POV
My forehead dropped to her shoulder as I breathed her in.
I could feel every stroke of her hand on my cock—slow, curious, almost shy.
We were like thieves in the dark—touching, exploring, desperate not to wake the others. Levi's breath was steady against her back. Louis still hadn't stirred. And there we were, tangled beneath a single sheet, committing quiet sins in silence.
My hips twitched as she moved again, slower this time, more deliberate.
She turned her head slightly, her breath grazing my cheek.
We didn't speak.
We didn't need to.
Our bodies spoke for us in those stolen, silent moments—full of things we couldn't say aloud.