Page 114 of Drop Three

Have mercy.

It doesn’t take her long to discover the compromised position she finds me in before her full-body laughter takes over. “Are you stuck? You’re stuck, aren’t you?”

This cannot be happening right now.

I thought I’d experienced embarrassment in my life, but it has nothing on this. “Navy, I’m fine. I was not stuck, I’m soaking in the water, thank you very much. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

I nod my head toward the door, hoping she leaves. She does the opposite and walks directly beside me, scooping her hand in the bath water to test the temperature.

I attempt to try and cover myself, but I doubt I’m concealing enough.

“The water is practically cold, Bodhi. Why were you grunting so loud? I heard you from my room,” she asks me.

I’ve reached the lowest of lows.

“Just drop it, Navy.”

“Not gonna happen, catcher.”

I secretly love when she calls me that.

Navy stands before me with her arms crossed, leaning nonchalantly against the concave wall the bathtub is nestled in.

I take a deep breath. “I can’t get up.”

The cutest giggle leaves her lips, and if I weren’t so humiliated right now, I’d probably smile. “I’m sorry…I don’t think I heard you right,” she teases.

Another giggle. And another.

Is this what rock bottom feels like?

I murmur quietly, “I said…I can’t get out of the bathtub. I’m stuck. My muscles are locked up.”

Her hand cups her mouth in another giggle. Jesus, this woman is ruthless at 9 a.m.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll stop. How can I help?” she asks, stepping closer.

I hold my hand up to stop her. “Help? Navy, I’m fucking naked and can’t move. My dick and ass are out in the open. I’d say it’s probably not the best idea for you tohelp.”

Navy cocks a sinister smile. “I never got to see it before. No time like the present, right?”

Before I have a chance to argue, she’s coming at me, and she refuses to look away. Yep. Navy never does things halfway. She charges head-on and doesn’t relent. I’ve always admired that about her.

But now, I’m regretting suggesting she live here. She wouldn’t be able to witness something as embarrassing as this.

Only regretting it for a second.

The confidence in Navy’s stride makes no room for an argument from me. I don’t think I could defend myself if I tried.

Navy is on a mission and I’m her pursuit.

Without thinking twice, she leans her body at an angle to give herself stability and scoops her arms under my armpits, securing a firm hold around me. The proximity of her chest to mine is close, making me feel hazy.

Her smell.

Her curl cream.

The moisturizer with SPF I can smell slathered across her skin, telling me she already did her religious routine.

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