Lennox's POV
Levi's shoulders shook harder now.
The glass slipped from his fingers and hit the floor, spilling its contents, but he didn't notice.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
The words came out broken. Barely there.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Lennox."
My heart stopped.
"I was jealous," he went on, his voice cracking. "I was jealous of you. Of how easy it was for you to love her. Of how she looked at you like the world made sense when you were around."
He pressed his palms into his eyes like he could push the memories away.
"I told myself I was protecting her," he said. "I told myself I was doing the right thing. But I was lying. I was protecting myself."
He sucked in a shaky breath.
"I didn't want to watch her choose you again," he confessed. "I didn't want to stand there and smile while my heart broke over and over."
My chest burned.
