Olivia's POV
"I want to shower, Olivia," he said, his voice stronger than before. He moved to stand, and though his legs were a little shaky, he managed to get up on his own.
"Let me help you," I insisted, moving to his side. I wasn't going to let him out of my sight, and I certainly wasn't going to let him fall.
We made our way to the bathroom slowly. As he began to undress, my heart squeezed. He had lost quite a bit of weight—his ribs were more prominent now, and the muscular frame that once felt like a mountain was leaner. But as I looked at him, he was still my sexy Lennox. The strength of his spirit radiated off him, more powerful than any muscle.
Finally, he reached up and pulled off the head warmer. His bald head was fully on display now, the smooth skin reflecting the warm bathroom light. He looked at himself in the mirror for a second, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face.
