Lennox's POV
We walked into Levi's room, each of us taking different positions. I headed straight for the minibar, pouring myself a glass of dry gin. Levi stood at the window, staring outside, while Louis rested his back against the wall.
We all went silent, each of us waiting for the other to speak — but it sure as hell wasn't going to be me.
I knew we had to talk. We had to address what happened back in my room. The problem was: who the hell was going to say it first?
We all kissed Olivia. We touched her. We pleasured her. And it sure seemed like we all enjoyed it, so…?
"I wasn't in my right senses," Louis suddenly said, breaking the silence.
I looked his way with a furrowed brow, silently daring him to continue.
"It was my wolf," he added stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest. "He pushed me. I didn't want to… not really."
Levi scoffed quietly from the window but didn't turn around.
"You're full of shit," he muttered.