Page 13 of Drop Three

Sexier. More manly. Elevated with an edge.

I’m a dirty girl for imagining the thin white fabric of some too-small Calvin briefs clinging to him.

I bet he fills them.

Models typically embody a level of confidence that’s difficult to match. Despite the hell Bodhi has been through over the years, and I don’t even know the half of it, his confidence is staggering. He makes no apologies for who he is and no effort to change. I find that incredibly attractive.

He saves his kindness for those he cares about, and right now, it seems he cares a lot about me. The eggs and bacon are a dead giveaway.

Similar to last night, and the past five months, to be honest.

I should be running toward him, but I won’t. He clarified where he stands in Fiji, and I’ll never cross that line with him again.

I just need my stupidly smitten heart to catch up.

I don’t know how long I’ve been ogling him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Thankfully, I realize how long I’ve been fantasizing and look to him to speak.

He looks pissed, and I can think of multiple reasons why—all of which include me. Which one could it be?

“I’m waiting.”Huh? Did he say something?

I blink momentarily before answering him, “Waiting on what?”

“For you to tell me who I need to fucking kill.”

Oh.Bodhi’s arms cross at his chest, as if he means business and won’t let me leave until he has answers.

Why did I think he would let me escape and pretend last night never happened? I’m aware I don’t owe him answers. However, I did show up at his house unannounced in the middle of the night, forcing him to take care of me. I can at least give himsomething.

“Oh. It was nothing. Jared told me I had to move out and I had nowhere else to go.”

Shit. That sounded worse than I meant it. Bodhi wasn’t my last resort. Well, he was. He would have been my first had this been months ago, but lately, his position on my slim list of dependables is at the bottom—the very, very bottom.

My worried eyes meet his feral ones. “Down, you barbarian. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“What exactly would you need to handle, Navy?”

Why must he always be so thorough? He’s asking too many damn questions.

I cross my arms in a huff. “Bodhi, drop it.”

He takes a slow step toward me with his eyes never leaving, then takes two more, putting him directly in front of me.

For being a taller woman, I suddenly feel tiny.

A thrill rushes through me from his proximity, but I shut that sucker down and lift my chin high, proving to him I’m unfazed. I hope he doesn’t leave my stare to catch sight of the goosebumps spreading across my skin.

He smirks; it’s lethal and brash. He doesn’t give a shit how overbearing he’s being. I hate it and love it all the same. It feels oddly relieving to know I have someone other than my brother looking out for me.

But why does it have to be Bodhi?

I can’t let myself be hurt by him again.

But it’s incredibly hot to watch him go from sweet to lethal for me in a matter of seconds. Too bad it’s all an act, though, and I’ve learned my lesson firsthand.

His giant frame stops inches away from mine as he traces the corner of his full lips with his thumb. His stare is deadly. I need him to yell at me or something, and get it over with so I can be on my way.

“I’m gonna give you ten seconds to spit it out, or I’m going to m?—”

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