Olivia's POV
The sheets still held the scent of them, wild and masculine, uniquely theirs. Lennox's smoky cedar, Levi's sharp pine, and Louis's warm amber.
I curled into the faint imprint of where Lennox had been, pulling the sheet closer, eyes fluttering shut.
What would it be like…
To wake up every morning tangled in their arms, not accidentally, not from instinct, but because they wanted me there.
Because they loved me.
I imagined it—
Waking slowly to the sound of quiet breathing and the weight of an arm around my waist. Lennox's low, gravelly voice murmuring, "Morning, love," against my neck as he pressed a lazy kiss there.
Levi would grumble something about five more minutes, but still shift closer, pulling me tighter into the heat of his body, his lips brushing over my shoulder like he couldn't help himself.