“I do … it just hurts when submerged in girly-infused bubble water. I need to man up living with you, or next time avoid climbing in a tub meant for you. I’m going to smell like a woman after this.” Arrick slides me between his legs as he inches down in the tub, resting his head on the back and leaning me against his chest, holding me against him.

“Technically, I don’t live with you. But manning up might be a good idea if all you can worry about is smelling like a girl and ...