Willow Flower.

Skin

Soft raindrops fell onto the window, while the sun tried to peak through the clouds. Willow's light snores were heard, until she suddenly jerked awake. She slightly gasped and pulled the sheet up to cover her bare chest and looked around the room. Noticing Odell's clothes, Willow called out to him.

"Odell?" She asked mostly to herself. She flipped the covers off of her and tried to get up off of the bed, but plopped down onto the floor.

"Fuck! Ow," Willow groaned and rubbed her thighs.

"Seems like someone can't move their legs." Odell inquired, leaning on the doorframe shirtless with his arms crossed. She rolled her eyes, but smiled internally at the sight.

"Fuck you." Willow spat, attempting to get up again.

"You already have." She cut her eyes at him, causing Odell to raise his hands. He walked over and picked her up bridal style.

"Do you need help or not boobear?" Odell asked, walking towards the bathroom.

"I told you I didn't want you penetrating me with that rod you call a dick." She muttered. He chuckled and lowered her body into a steaming bathtub.

"Yeah, your moans said otherwise." Willow smirked and thumped his arm.

"Shut it, noodle head." Odell shook his head and grabbed a loofah.

"Anyways simba, how are you feeling?" He carefully washed her back.

"Well, I couldn't feel my legs and I'm pretty sure I look like a wild lion, but for the most part I feel okay." Willow said, watching his focused expression. She lightly smiled and turned her attention to her legs.

"I was asking because Candace told me something," Odell mentioned, causing her to snap her head at him.

"What did she uh, tell you?" Willow nervously questioned. She knew It had to be about her drinking lately. He sighed and squeezed the loofah out.

"She said that you've been drinking heavily lately," Willow diverted her eyes the other way. "And that she thinks you're starting to become addicted." Odell squinted his eyes at her when she didn't respond.

"Willow," He called out. "Was it because of me?"

"No, no it wasn't you." Willow reassured. She took deep breaths, pulling her knees to her chest. "It was all my fault. I'm the one responsible."

"But why this? I thought you were working on yourself and not doing stuff like this?" Odell questioned, still shocked. She sighed and hugged her knees close to her body.

"Sadly, it doesn't always work like that." He frowned and tilted his head.

"Just help me understand why you started drinking? You don't ever drink." Willow chuckled.

"I do drink Odell, just not as much as I have been." She corrected. "And I tried drinking away the pain and guilt."

Odell observed her body, and smiled. He laid a hand on her back, causing Willow to look at him.

"I didn't drink, but I did suffer."

"How?" She honestly wondered because usually guys would move on to the next.