"Mmm," she mumbled, her stomach growling in response. "Me too." She sat up slowly, wincing a little as she stretched out her cramped muscles. "We should probably get something to eat soon."

Willow glanced over at the clock on her bedside table and cursed under her breath. It was almost noon; her parents could be back any minute. Panic filled her chest, making it difficult to breathe. What were they going to do when they found out she'd brought you here?

"I know," she said quickly, "but we should still get dressed and... I don't know, maybe leave the room or something. Just in case." She stood up from the bed, her movements jerky and nervous. "We can make some breakfast while we wait for them to go back out."

She hurried over to her closet, digging through it until she found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that fit you reasonably well.

Willow closed her eyes, taking comfort in the feel of your strong arms around her and the gentle rhythm of your fingers on her back. "I know," she whispered softly. "It's just... I don't want to mess things up between us." Her voice trailed off as she thought about everything they'd been through, all the ups and downs, twists and turns their relationship had taken. She didn't want anything to stand in the way of them being together anymore.

"I love you,"

Willow took a deep breath, savoring the feel of his arms around her and the scent of his skin that she'd grown to love so much. "I just want things to be... perfect between us," she admitted quietly. "But I also don't want to wait forever for them to be." She paused, thinking about how far they'd already come and how much more there was still to explore. "I trust you, Judah. I know we can make this work."