Limerence

Chapter twenty five

George's POV

George looked at the man next to him completely mesmerized.

They were walking in the streets of Barnesimere, Dream with his right hand grabbing Spirit's lead and his left hand intertwined with the brunette's.

His beautiful lover was talking about one of the robberies they had committed, laughing at the memories that lived in George's mind.

George watched him with adoration, catching the sparkle in the blonde's eyes when he spoke. Dream was so passionate about his job, and George love that. Even if he didn't love his job that much. The brunette's gaze fell to his now carmin lips, hypnotized by the gracious movement as a consequence of the formation of words.

It felt right.

Everything about Dream felt right.

That feeling of guilt he had when he kissed The Prince was gone. His subconscious wasn't reminding him of the love he used to feel for certain man because he was with him.

He was with Dream.

And nothing else mattered.

Maybe George was to obvious, maybe Dream knew him well, or maybe it was both, but Dream stopped his steps and raised an eyebrow at the pretty brunette standing in front of him.

"George?" he called, but George's mind was way to far from earth.

"Mhm?" he uttered, still staring at Dream's lips.

"Are you even listening?" the blonde asked with a smirk forming in his lips.

"Mhm."

Dream scoffed, amused by his lover's lack of attention. He leaned into George's face and left a very subtle kiss on his lips. It took the brunette a few seconds to process the action, but Dream had already taken away the opportunity to kiss him back.

"We're here, love."

George looked around and realized that they were in the same flower shop he had seen earlier, when looking for Dream's old office.

"I don't understand. Do you still work here?" he asked confused.

"Yeah. There were to many valuable things I couldn't let them see. Besides, see it from their point of view, why would I hide in the same place were they last found me? I would be really stupid of me." the blonde answered with a smirk.

"Right." George let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head at his boyfriend's thinking process.

He could say that Dream was his boyfriend, right? 

Dream let George's hand go and tied Spirit's lead in a wooden fence nearby. He then opened the door for the brunette and him to go in.

The inside of the shop looked beautiful. There were all sort of flowers you could think of. George became alien to his surroundings and have all his focus to the plants around him.

He was probably acting like a little child, but he ran to the first isle of flowers that caught his attention and began examining them.

They were anemones.

George caught a glance of a little piece of paper on the bottom of the counter that wrote:

Anemone:

Also called 'wind flower' symbolizes a forsaken love. If recalling the myth of Adonis and Aphrodite, it symbolizes the death of a loved one.

George felt a pair of arms wrap his waist and Dream's chin rest in the top of his head.

With extreme delicacy, George caressed one of the flowers' petals, feeling how his chest inflated with a warm feeling.