I didn't know

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Clay POV
We both walked towards my Car and got in. George glared at me because i pulled him away from my parents I assume but you could see that he's just doing that as a joke. I just shot him a grin what caused him to scoff.

The sun was slowly setting and the sunlight illuminated George's face perfectly. Some people might know this light as the golden hour. No matter what it's called George looked beautiful and I didn't realize I was staring at him until he spoke up. 'You're staring at me again' he said and chuckled. 'Yeah because you look gorgeous right now' I said and turned my gaze away from him, started the car and drove off.

By a quick glance at George I could see him blushing again.
I loved it when he does that. It makes him look even more perfect. And the thought of him blushing because of what I did makes me like it even more. I grew confident again and placed my hand on George's thigh again. Secretly I'm hoping that he would trace his finger along my veins again.
Last time he did that all of the sudden I nearly crashed the car.

I was locked into the flashback of him doing that when I suddenly got ripped out of my thoughts because I felt him doing it again. It felt just as good as it did last time. The way his small fingers gently went up and down my arm just effected me somehow. I noticed how I almost immediately got goosebumps again.

I started softly stroking George's outer thigh with my thumb and could hear his breath hitch quietly.
That's also something that I liked about him.
The way his breath hitches whenever I did something bolt. I loved it. The thought of how I'm able to get him flustered.

George POV
After about 25 minutes Clay parked the car on a parking lot that seemed to be the one belonging to the beach. Normally that parking lot is completely filled with cars but since it's quite late there was almost no one.

I looked over to Clay who still had his hand on my thigh, I mean I still had my hand halfway on top of his but that doesn't matter now.
'The beach?' I asked him and scoffed sarcastically. He shot me a playful glare, got out of the car and waved at me to do the same.

The moment I stood next to him he took my hand again and ran up to the small ice cream truck that always stood directly by the beach. It was like that when I was younger already.
My mother used to take us all to the beach at least twice a month.
The moment Clay took my hand it felt like a million butterflies erupted in my stomach. His big warm hand firmly but somehow gently wrapped around my hand so perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Did I like Clay? That question ran trough my head all day long. I felt comfortable and safe around him. I mean he's perfect. His hugs are warm and whenever his arms would wrap around you some kind of safety shield form around you. His smile is beautiful just like the rest of his face. His laugh seemed to bring more and more light into my world when I was at the hospital still.

I feel like myself around Clay. Everything feels so natural. So real. As If we were meant to be together.
Does he like me back?
Did I just admit to myself that I did like him?
Why else would he do these things around me?
He's protective. More than he was before. But not in a toxic way. More like in a loving way.

I got distracted from my thoughts when Clay asked me which flavor I would like. 'yogurt and lemon please' I said smiling.
Something about my relationship with food changed as well throughout the days in the hospital. I know it hasn't been that long of a time but every time when Clay would tell me how pretty I was I got more comfortable during eating. I noticed that today at dinner. I only thought about the calories in the food I was eating once throughout the whole dinner.

I think my body notices that Clay has a special impact on me.

Clay ordered Vanilla and strawberry for himself, we both took off our shoes, placed them back in the car and we walked to the beach together. By now the sun was almost completely set and no one was at the beach anymore.

I found comfort in the way that Clay held my hand while we were walking, both in suits may I add, along the beach having small conversations. 'You know George, I'm really happy you're here with me still' he said and I just hummed. 'You know Clay, I always thought you were a dick. But over the past few weeks you became a really really special and important person to me. I'm glad I'm here with you as well' I said and looked up to him slightly just to find him smiling. 'I'm glad' he said and we continued walking in silence.

Since the sun was already set it got pretty cold soon so we decided to head back to the car. Since we walked quite far we had to walk back quite far as well. Obviously. On the way back I could feel my hands getting very cold and I could feel myself shivering slightly. With no word spoken Clay let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I matched his gesture and wrapped my right arm around his waist, leaning slightly into him. And just like that we walked back to Clays car.

When we got there we got in and almost immediately Clays hand found its way to my thigh. Again. I smiled slightly and placed my hand on top of his, shooting him a smile which he matched and leaned my head against the window.

Halfway through the drive Clay told me that he was going to take me somewhere tomorrow.
Spring holidays started and he told me we'd have to take the chance to make the best out of our free time since I planned on going to school after the holidays again.
He said it was going to be a surprise and I couldn't bring him to tell me what it was. I wondered what he had planned but decided to just wait for it.

While I was at the hospital Clay also asked me if I would like in to tutor me. We both knew I wouldn't be able to get better at school on my own so I happily agreed to his offer.
Everything seemed to get perfect somehow.

After a few more minutes we arrived at his place, got inside quietly since his parents were sleeping, showered and decided to watch a movie in Clays room since we both weren't really tired yet.

Clay POV
The moment George came into my room freshly showered, slightly wet hair still, wrapped up into my hoodie and a pair of sweatpants of mine my heart melted. 'You're so cute with my clothes on' I said grinning. 'Shut up' he said sarcastically and even though the only light in the room was made from the TV, I could see the blush forming on his cheeks.

George got into bed under the blanket next to me, snuggling Into the pillow which caused my heart to melt even more. I looked away from him and started the movie.

Halfway trough the movie I could feel George snuggling up to me burring his face in my chest, wrapping his arms around me. Once again I could feel butterflies in my stomach.
I started to stroke his hair softly to which he tightened his grip around my torso even more.

I thought back to what my father asked me earlier.
Did I like George?
I think I do
I feel happy around him.
He makes me happy.
The thought of someone else feeling that way around him made me feel like a flame of jealousy and anger lit up inside me.
I wanted him to be happy
I wanted him to be mine
The thought of him being mine made me smile.

I could hear soft snores coming from the brunette and I decided to let him sleep in my bed tonight. I mean. I'm sure he wouldn't mind and I don't either.

I wanted him to be safe.

I turned of the TV and wrapped my arms around George.
And as I laid there.
Happy
With the brunette in my arms, I knew that it was true

I liked George.

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