Olivia — How many more times would I almost lose the man I loved?

The loofah on my lower back moved in gentle circles as Chance carefully washed my back. No questions were asked. No banter was traded. No flirting. Just his hands washing the stench of smoke and soot off my sore body.

I turned around slowly, took the loofah from him and gingerly laid it down on his chest. Our eyes met. The world around us was filled with the vague sounds of jets raining down lukewarm water on our bodies. It sounded like it was coming from next door. So faint it was barely detectable. If he breathed, if he spoke, I wouldn't know. My ears were deaf to everything but the shower and the ringing noise in my ears.

Laying eyes on him every so often was therefore of paramount importance. No texts in the shower, so all my panicking was happening in my head.

Was he hurt? Would he tell me if he was or would it be like in Tokyo after his run in with Yamazaki?

Everything is okay.

He mouthed to me slowly as he took up a second loofah and lathered it in soap. At least I assumed