Noah's POV
She turns to run, but in a low commanding voice — that possibly scares her — I yell out, “Stay!”
To my delight she listens, freezing in place, her back towards me. When the mess of my jerk-off is completely washed away, I shut the water off, wrapping a towel around my waist as I make my way towards her. Droplets fall all around, my body still soaking wet. I don't really care, needing to get to her right away, knowing at any moment she can dart out.
“What are you doing here, Willow?” My voice comes out commanding despite the uptick in my heart rate, despite feeling so unsure of what I am doing.
“I needed sugar and knew you had some.” She didn't turn to look at me as I spoke, didn't move a single muscle.
“Since when is sugar kept in the bathroom?” I step around, seeing he
