Olivia's POV
Lennox leaned back against the cushions of the sofa, looking better. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he looked over at Levi and Louis.
"Do you two remember," Lennox started, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest, "when Olivia refused to speak to us for a whole day because we made the mistake of smiling at Amanda?" Levi burst out laughing, shaking his head. "How could I forget? She stomped around this house like a tiny hurricane. I think she broke a vase in the hallway just to make a point."
Louis joined in, a rare, genuine grin on his face. "She was so jealous. We weren't even flirting; we were just being polite."
I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips as I rested my head on Lennox's shoulder. "Back then, anyone was a threat," I defended myself, though I was laughing too. "I was young and territorial. Can you blame me?"
