Levan went to help me with the luggage.
Author's pov
At the mouth of the underground garage, Liam had just returned from the market with arms full of vegetables when a familiar figure caught his eye—Cecilia, standing beside a young man.
The two were sharing a laugh, her smile easy and unguarded, the young man towering beside her, carrying luggage with unpracticed but eager hands.
Liam blinked.
Dating?
The guy looked… young. College-aged, maybe. Clean-cut, tall, lean-built and with that unmistakable sun-warmed athleticism.
He opened the passenger door for Cecilia, his expression a bit shy, but his eyes were sparkling, full of admiration and nervous excitement that was impossible to miss.
Liam's jaw tensed unconsciously.
He stood watching in stunned silence as the car slowly pulled
