CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Maybe I didn’t need to fake a relationship or make myself miserable by trying to stay away from George whose friendship actually made me happy. Maybe all I needed was to make sure we didn’t cross the lines that needed to remain closed. George’s hotel window provided a good view of the city at night and so I sat there for a little while before joining him on the bed. I’d wanted to the couch since it was pretty spacious but mainly because I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. George however, wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was the first to stir from sleep in the morning, some few minutes before alarm. George, just like last time, was tangled up in the best sheets, a frown slipping on his face as he slept. I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement.
I stepped off the
