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❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖛𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖑 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖆 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘,❞

❝𝕬𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖚𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕴𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘,❞

| March 3rd, 1964 |

Charlotte's POV

The sun peeked over the horizon, its glorious rays shining through the window, casting a golden glow onto George and Charlotte's faces.

They awoke, feeling each other close by and the thick blankets covering them from the dampening coldness of the room.

"Mornin'," George's raspy morning voice took her out of her thoughts.

"Hey," Charlotte laughed at his tired face.

George's eyes were squinting, adjusting to the light. He wore a faint smile and his eyelashes perfectly hooded his dark brown eyes that were illuminated by the light.

The events that occurred last night flashed before Charlotte's eyes as she lay there gazing longingly at George. She blushed profusely and pulled the blankets over her chest, attempting to cover her bare body.

As if George read her mind, he grabbed her wrists gently.

"You remember, don't you?" George asked her, but it was obvious he already knew the answer due to the slight smirk on his face.

"Y—yeah," Charlotte chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact.

"What are ya nervous about? It was great," George's accent slowly came back as he was now fully awake.

"Yeah, it was, I'm just nervous because one, it was my first time, and two, you're the only person outside of my family that's seen me, you know, naked, other than Paul and Ritchie,"

"Well I think of it as a blessing, love," George grinned adorably, revealing his sharp canines.

"I love you George," Charlotte squeezed the man tightly

"Love ya too, Lotti," George showed her a genuine smile and kissed her lips. "Now, let's get dressed and go wake up the others,"

George threw the blankets off of himself and stood up from the bed, stretching and yawning. Charlotte couldn't help but stare at him, looking him up and down continuously. He noticed and pulled up his trousers and threw on a shirt, smirking pridefully as he watched Charlotte's eyes following his movements.

After being cut out of her dreamlike trance, she hesitantly slipped out from under the covers and dressed, feeling George's eyes burning into her back. Charlotte twisted around swiftly, seeing George reclining on the bed with his hands behind his head and his eyes glued to her body.

"George!" She giggled, throwing a random article of clothing she found on the floor at the man.

"What?" George laughed. "You did the same thing to me,"

Charlotte decided to act upon a sudden reckless thought that entered her mind. She sauntered up to him, her hips swaying and her arms pushing her hair back. George widened his eyes as he watched her approach him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he swallowed a lump in his throat he never knew existed.

Charlotte climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips, and leaned towards his ears.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer,"