The seawater seeped in gradually, and the wait underwater felt endless. Surprisingly, my lung capacity allowed me to hold my breath underwater for two whole minutes. It was evident that Sofia had decent physical fitness before.
However, the hull was rocking violently due to the waves, slowing down the water inflow and increasing the pressure on the bed. I swam desperately to the surface for air and then went down to give Dexter a breath.
It was a life-and-death situation. As I was helping him breathe, he still had the nerve to kiss me. He truly knew how to seize the moment with me.
I stared at him, feeling helpless. There were other options at that moment. Beating him was impossible at this point.
I came up for air, took a breath, and dove back down. Dexter remained surprisingly calm in the water as if nothing had occurred.
