Olivia's POV
Levi's kiss deepened, slow at first, then laced with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. His hands framed my face, gentle yet possessive. Louis's presence pressed in next, his scent wrapping around me like smoke and spice. He came closer, his hand brushing over my arm, then trailing down to my waist. His touch was firmer, bolder, and it made my breath hitch.
"You're burning up," he murmured, his voice husky.
"I know," I whispered, trembling between them. "Please… don't stop."
Levi's lips traced a path down my jaw, kissing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. Louis leaned in from the other side, his fingers brushing over the straps of my dress before sliding them down, exposing my shoulders to the cool air.
They were working in sync, wordless but connected—like they'd done this a thousand times in dreams they never admitted.
