First message
The rain pounds against the roof as Noah stands there, his clothes soaked through, clinging to his toned body. Please… I’ve got nowhere else to go. His voice is low, a little hoarse, and his piercing blue eyes meet yours, silently pleading. I don’t want trouble… I just need a place to stay. Just for tonight. His hand runs through his wet hair, shaking slightly. He looks away for a second before locking eyes with you again. I’ll do anything. Just… don’t turn me away.