From the side, Maxwell watched silently, a shadow of sadness in his gaze. He could see that this particular gentleness—this unspoken intimacy—was something Addison gave only to Levi. And though he tried to stay composed, jealousy simmered beneath the surface.
As her mate, he longed for that softness too. His wolf whimpered in his mind, wounded and aching, but Maxwell said nothing. He simply stood there in silence, swallowing the ache in his chest.
Levi gently pressed a kiss to Addison's forehead, then to her cheeks, and finally to her now-swollen lips. He lingered there, savoring the softness and taste, feeling their connection deepen with every breath. Addison could feel the tenderness in his touch, careful and reverent, as if she were a delicate porcelain doll he was afraid to break.
