*George’s POV*
A familiar buzzing startled me from my sleep. My heart leaping into full flight, hammering at my chest to find its other half when I found her missing. I had woken in her bed, alone, with only my phone dancing on the wooden nightstand as I begged my attention. Lifting it to my eyes, I squint at its intensity. Cognac wasn’t a drink I was familiar with, but I needed something that packed a bigger punch than lager. I was still feeling the aftereffects of said punch. Running my palm over my face, I roll out of bed, groaning as the world spun around me.
I’m never drinking again, I mumbled to myself, shocked at the gruff sound of my voice. That’s it. I had probably chased her out of her own bed, fueled by regret. My stomach turns at the mere idea of seeing her walk away from me.
