As Willow and Navian both stared at him in surprise, Evren bit down on his lower lip. They looked… good together. Too good.
Willow perched on Navian's lap, his arm wrapped around her waist, her hand still resting gently over Evren's.
He expected to feel gutted. Possessive. Maybe even furious.
But what he felt was something much softer, much scarier. It was a quiet ache mixed with something that almost felt like contentment. They liked each other, and he… strangely didn't hate it.
Still, he wanted to hold her like that too.
He swallowed hard. He'd purposely stayed longer, made coffee for Navian, tried to be helpful while secretly eavesdropping like a creep. And now he was being caught in all the emotions he didn't know what to do with.
Navian suddenly chuckled, breaking the heaviness. "It's okay, really. You're worried. I get it and I'm glad."
Willow squeezed Evren's hand, her small fingers resting over his much larger ones and laughed softly. "You're so adorable."
