Just a quick reminder that this is how I see George in this story.
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George had managed to convince me to stay the night along with the girls.
That meant that once again, the four kids were having a sleepover while I got to share a bed with George again.
That was something I had really missed. I loved waking up to him. I loved when he was the first thing I saw in the morning — the first thing I felt.
"What happened to Legoland?" I asked and pulled off my shirt, looking at George. "It was this past weekend..."
"I know." George sighed. "I got a refund on the tickets but I was thinking about rescheduling if you're up for it."
I crawled into the bed where he sat with his back to me, wrapping my arms around his bare shoulders.
I planted a kiss against his skin and hummed softly.
"As you said when you first mentioned it, I think it'll be good for all of us after everything that has happened."
George placed a hand on my arm, running it up and down which caused goosebumps to appear on my skin.
"It might not be for a few months though." He told me. "Everything is booked right now."
"I know."
I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, hearing him let out a sigh at the feeling.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked, running my hand down his chest.
"You."
"Me?"
"Yes, you." He said and turned his head to look at me with a smile. "I was thinking about how soft your boobs are."
I looked at him for a moment before breaking into laughter, letting myself fall onto my back on the mattress.
George stood up and turned to look down at me with a small smile as he undid his trousers and pulled them down.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?" He asked with a faint smile, throwing his trousers onto the dresser which caused me to get off the bed.
"Don't just throw it." I scoffed, grabbing them to fold them, but at the same time, George grabbed onto my hips and pulled me up against his chest, making me laugh.
"Give me those." He whispered, grabbing the trousers I had now folded, throwing them back onto the dresser.
"Oh, c'mon." I groaned. "George—"
His hands found the button of my trousers and I chuckled, throwing my head back against his chest as he undid them.
"Are you getting hard?" I asked when I could feel him against my lower back.
