Page 117 of Drop Three

“I take care of myself just fine,” I reply like a prick.

Her hands roam over each of my thighs, covering them completely with her touch and working the menthol cream into my sore muscles.

My body tightens as her hands find the underside of my thighs, working the tense muscles I know are strained from all the work they’ve been put through.

My eyes roll to the back of my head in intense pleasure, making me unable to hold back a moan.

Navy’s hot pink nails dragging across my tan thighs are all I see when I open them. I take a deep breath and shut down my thoughts of her sliding those pretty little fingers higher and wrapping them around the bulge I’m now suffering with.

She makes no move to reach higher and keeps her eyes on her task.

“God, your legs are huge, B.” She exhales deeply.

Did I hear her right?

“You called me B.”

My heart fucking soars at the nickname she once called me, my eyes searching for answers, forgetting about how she complimented the size of my legs altogether.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Navy responds casually as she rubs circles across me.

“It feels good.”

Navy nods. “Yeah, hopefully this will help relieve the soreness for a little while. Take some pain meds and hydrate too.”

“Not that.”

She looks at me in question.

“It feels good to be more than just Bodhi to you. B is us before I fucked everything up. It feels like I have you again,” I admit, and I mean every word of it.

I don’t expect a response from her. Truthfully, I’m not even sure why I admitted that. I couldn’t help it. She and Cal are the only ones who have ever called me B, and when she stopped, it felt like my heart was ripped from my chest.

I suppose I did that to myself, though.

I see the moment Navy shuts down. Her body freezes up and suddenly her hands are inherlap and my thighs are struck with a chilling coldness.

I shouldn’t have said that.

Navy’s eyes find mine as she caps the menthol cream, places it on the ground, and stands to her feet. “I should go.”

I don’t say anything. I’m not sure what I could say to make this right.

I put this tension between us, and she was only trying to help me.

Although, in an intimate way, it felt really fucking right at the time.

I know I’m not the only one who thought so.

The one time I let her be close to me, she pulls away.

All I do is nod and watch as she flees the bathroom, leaving me stuck once again, seated and unable to move.

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Why did I do that?Why would I put myself in that kind of position around him?

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