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If I throw myself at it hard enough, will the bath plug hole swallow me whole?

Mortified, I scramble harder and manage to pull the phone towards me. “You’re the worst,” I mutter at her and end the call.

Craning my neck, body still hanging over the side, I look up. Noah’s hand covers his mouth, and his shoulders shake as he muffles his laughter.

“Can we pretend none of this happened?” I shuffle myself ungracefully back into the tub and leave the offending phone on the floor.

Noah walks over and crouches down, his arms folded as he rests them on the side. “The imprint of your backside up in the air as you flail around will be scrubbed from my mind,” he promises.

I cover my face with my hands, not caring that they’re wet from the bathwater.

“But the threesome comment? I’m not sure I could ever forget that.”

He laughs lightly, leans over, and presses a kiss on my crown, then mops up some of the bathwater from the floor.

“Am I supposed to tell you about it? I know none of you have really asked about my relationships with each other. Am I supposed to tell you if something like this happens?” I enquire, sinking beneath the water so only my head remains above it.

Placing the damp towels to the side, he picks up a flannel and holds it out to me. “May I?” At my nod, he kneels and starts our comforting routine. “You only need to tell me what you want to.”

Nerves lick up my spine, and I chew my lip as I decide what to say. His achingly beautiful green eyes are fixed on my arm as he carefully washes me.

“I…”

His lips curve into a smile. “Did you enjoy it?”

My shoulders drop, and I swirl a finger through the surface of the water. “I really did,” I whisper, then bite my lip to stop the gigantic smile that wants to break free.

“I love that for you.” Noah grins, then leans over and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose.

“It’s not weird for you?” Insecurity slips into my words.

His expression softens, and his fingers trail down the column of my neck. “Not in the slightest. I want to hear about all the things that make you happy because it brings me joy too.”

For the remainder of the bath, I tell him about it, answering his questions. He’s also right; it doesn’t feel weird at all.

After he pulls the plug to let the water drain, he gets to his feet to get a towel for me. I don’t get up straight away, distracted by the tent in his trousers. I’ve never noticed after these evenings together as it’s never really been sexual before. A part of me likes that talking about what Nate and Bry did to me turned him on.

When he steps up and holds out the towel, he catches my line of sight and chuckles. “Unintentional, but apparently, I enjoyed hearing about the three of you. Just ignore it,” he suggests, wiggling the towel to indicate I can step out.

Rising from the dispersing water, I nibble my lip as he wraps the material around me.

“Can I do something about it?” I ask, somewhat embarrassed about the forwardness of my question.

The kiss he initiates is gentle and unhurried. “Just because our conversation turned me on, it doesn’t mean you have to do anything about it.”

Leaning in for another lingering kiss, I pull back and smile, then lower to my knees. I unbuckle his belt and unfasten his trousers, but my hands tremble as I look up and see a heated blaze on his face. It almost makes my head swim, having someone as perfect as Noah openly wanting me like this.

Finally, I manage to open his trousers and tug his very hard length from the confines of his underwear.

It’s heavy in my grip, the skin smooth. I flick my tongue against the tip. Noah moans quietly, and a small drop of fluid beads. I lap at him again, swiping up the liquid and swirling it around my mouth.

My hand wraps around his base, then I open my mouth and slide his length in, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. He holds my gaze as I swallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Rosy.” His fingers brush back the loose hairs escaping my messy bun.

When I pull back, I pause for a second, then slide him back in until he hits the back of my throat again. I swallow and lap my tongue around him as his hands cup my cheeks. His pinkie fingers trail down to my throat, stopping to feel my muscles expand around him.

“Can I move?” he asks. I eagerly nod. “You’re so perfect.”