Hannah
My legs were still trembling when the door opened and Lily poked her head in, already dressed for the day. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene: me, flushed and disheveled against the wall, and Noah, casually drying his hands on a towel.
“Lily!” I breathed, shooting her a withering glare. “Don’t just walk in like—”
“Sorry, sorry!” Lily exclaimed, holding her hands up innocently, although there was no hiding the way her gaze darted knowingly between us. “Breakfast is on the table. Mom sent me to fetch you two.”
“Thanks, Lily,” Noah replied, smooth as ever. “We’ll be down in a few minutes. Hannah was just about to shower.”
As soon as the door closed, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. “I’ll… I’ll shower, then,” I muttered, pushing
