Will’s hand disappears and I feel him start to stand. My hand lets go of the toilet and shoots out before I can stop myself, grasping at his jeans. He pauses. “Don’t,” I say. My voice rumbles against the porcelain. A beat passes. “I was just gonna get you water.” I shake my head. This time, when Will goes to sit back down, he plops down behind me instead, stretching his legs out on either side of me. I physically feel the tension leave him—all his hesitation. Like he can finally breathe now too.
