Double The Trouble || Weasley Twins

Chapter 4

      I wake up, seeing Georgie next to me in bed. Did we- No way. NO WAY! As reality hits I start to scan my surroundings. Looking down, I still have all my clothes on, which means nothing happened. I take a deep breath of relief. Everything is still on him but his shirt. His head on my pillow, inches away from my face. I look down to see his hand holding onto mine. I look around the room to see that Angelina isn't here. Nobody is in the room but me and George. I look back at George. A piece of fuzz lies on his hair. I slowly detach my hand from his but he mumbles and reaches for my hand again. He holds onto my hand tighter this time, not letting go. I use my other hand, carefully removing the fuzz from his hair. He winces and pulls my hand closer to his chest. I gulp as I touch his bare chest
     "Angelina?" He mumbles, his eyes still closed. He mumbles inaudible words then drifts back to sleep.

      I lie completely still in bed because I don't to wake up Georgie. What if someone walked in on this? I swear, nothing happened. I'll explain everything to them! But I need to figure out what I'm gonna do with him first. I look at George and contemplate on what to do. And suddenly... I'm admiring him now. I look down at his body and feel nervous. I feel like I'm committing a crime. I rapidly blink and decide to look away.

      I slowly and carefully get up, careful not to wake him. I make it halfway up but he wraps an entire arm around me. He pulls me in closer and puts his head up so he can make room for me between his chest and neck. His head rests on top of mine. My heart pounds like crazy, unsure of what to do, I just lay still in his arms. How am I not waking him? Is he even sleeping? I gulp and back up a tiny bit to not wake him with my breathing. He pulls me closer again, this time both arms wrapping around me, locking me in so I can't move.
      "A little longer." He whispers.

      "George, it's Ava."

      He immediately looks down at me, "Merlins!" He laughs. He closes his eyes again, "Just go back to sleep."

      "B-but your... your shirt." I look down at his toned abs again.

      "It's fine."

      "You're not wearing a shirt, George. Someone could walk in on us!"

      He pulls me in even closer, my face now touching his chest. I'm so close, I can feel his heartbeat. He's so calm, his heartbeat is regular, while mine feels like it'll burst any  second. I quickly sit up, not giving him a chance to pull me down. I get out of the bed but he reaches over to me and grabs my arm. He pulls me back onto the bed and I end up hovering over him. He opens his eyes and makes eye contact with me.
      "Get back in bed." He says in a raspy voice, smiling.

      He rolls me over and wraps his arms around me again. This time, tighter. I can feel his breath against the top of my head. I know he can feel my breath against his chest. Somehow, he continues to keep his heartbeat regulated. The only thing separating us are my arms. He takes his hands, pulls my arms down, wraps my arms around his waist, and puts his arms around me again.
      I look up at him and furrow my eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

      "Sleeping. But you won't let me."

      I stubbornly respond, "I am!"

      He yawns and mumbles, "you're moving too much."

      I scoff, "Well- I can't help it. I'm nervous."

      He chuckles, "oh yeah? And why's that?"

      "You're... I don't know! You're cuddling me, what else do you expect?" I push him away and sit up.

      "You don't remember last night, do you?"

"I mean... not really. Should I?" Furrowing my brows, I look down to try and recall the events of yesterday.

"Why don't I just remind you? So I came in here... to warn you about Mr. Adrian. And you wanted me to spend the night because you thought you'd puke on yourself." He laughs.