*George’s POV*
“Are you ready for this?” I asked her as I stepped into my jeans. After she’d finished the pizza, we’d had some fun, again. Only this time she’d turned up her volume a bit.
“Yes,” she said, trying to hide her obvious embarrassment after screaming f**k me George, f**k me loud enough for the entire apartment building to hear. I would lie if I said some part of me didn’t swell with pride at that moment, and even now just thinking about it. “I forgot... we weren’t alone.” Crimson graced her cheeks, and it was a struggle not to have her again, just for looking so damn adorable.
“You’re so cute,” I told her, pressing my finger to her nose.
“Cute?!” She snapped her teeth at my finger. I yanked it away just in time. Miranda only laughed at my jerked reaction.
“Awww poor baby A
