Effectively pushing away the thoughts of how much his gentleness and care reminded her of better days with Matthew, Lynne relaxed against him when he pulled her into his lap. Lynne closed her eyes and let out a soft laugh in spite of herself. "Well, if you wanted to try, I'll try not to laugh too hard," she joked weakly.
She felt a jolt, then, and before she had time to truly process what had happened, she felt the back of her head connect with the edge of Noah's bathtub, both surprising her and forcing the eruption of a throbbing headache. Opening her mouth to complain - or maybe throw up again, she wasn't entirely sure - Lynne felt another jolt and grabbed onto Noah as she was tossed violently in the other direction.
She vaguely registered the sound of glass shattering and the thumping sounds of shampoo bottles rolling across the floor. Her eyes squeezed shut reflexively to protect them from glass shards and she let out a yelp of pain when she was thrown a third time, this time dragging Noah with her in her panic and failure to let go of him, and felt herself drag over the shattered remains of the shower stall before slamming sideways against the tub again, a shooting pain in her back from the contact. It didn't even occur to her that she was screaming both in pain and fear, almost waiting for another violent jerk of the boat beneath them.