*Miranda’s POV*
“Aren’t you going to finish that?” George asked with a concerned expression as he gestured to my half-eaten slice of pizza.
“No,” I shook off a shiver. “I’m not hungry.”
“When last have you actually finished a meal you started?” he asked with raised brows.
“I...” I tried to think. “Oh, shut up mister judgemental.”
“I’m not being an i***t,” he told me as he pushed the box back my way. “I am trying to look after my mate, dammit.” He shot me a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes at him. Picking up the unfinished slice I’d put down minutes ago, my upper lip curled in disgust. He chuckled as he looked at me.
“Drama queen,” he teased.
“Prick,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
He reached down, pulling his pants away to look at his crown jewels
