Lennox's POV
"Olivia… what are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.
She was the last person I expected to see right now, wrapped in nothing but a blanket, her hair tousled, and cheeks still flushed from whatever had happened before she came here.
But she didn't respond.
Instead, she walked toward me in silence, her eyes unreadable in the low firelight. My heart hammered in my chest, confused and aching all at once.
Then, without a word, she climbed onto my lap and curled into me—her head resting gently against my chest.
I froze.
For a second, I didn't breathe. I just held her there, stunned by the feel of her on me.
Then my arms moved on instinct, wrapping around her tightly. I cradled her like she was something breakable. Something I'd nearly lost.
Her heartbeat thudded softly against mine, steady and close.
And even though my mind was a mess of questions and pain… I held her like she was my world.
Because she was.
