I didn't know

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George POV
The next morning I woke up in Clays bed. We were in the same position we fell asleep in. The same position that made me blush yesterday. And by the thought of yesterday, the reason why I couldn't sleep for what felt like ages tonight came into my mind again.

Yesterday, Clay came into the bed, he cuddled into my back as if it was the most normal thing ever but I didn't complain. I thought he did that to comfort me. Juts how people comfort others when they're scared. Friends do that. But when I was about to fall asleep I felt Clay kissing the back of my neck. The moment I felt his lips touching my neck I froze. Suddenly I wasn't tired anymore. I laid there awake for what felt like hours. Thinking. Blushing.

By the thought of yesterday I could feel the exact same spot burn the same way it did yesterday after the kiss. It felt surreal. I thought I imagined it at first. But it actually happened. It was such a little thing. His lips touched my neck for just a quick moment. Yet it felt like the world slowed down. It was just a kiss on the neck and he probably did that without thinking. He was really tired and didn't know what he's doing or who I am. But no matter what, it really effected me a lot.

And here I am, laying in Clays arms waiting for him to wake up. I needed to go to the bank before we go to the restaurant tonight. I actually have my credit card with me since it is in my phone case, but I wanted to pay in cash at the restaurant since I always have the urge of tipping the waiters.

After a few minutes I grew tired again. By a quick glance at my phone I knew that it was 9:47 am so I decided to go back to sleep again since we went to bed pretty late yesterday.
I grew sick of the position I laid in though so I slowly turned to my other side, now facing Clay just as his grip tightened again.

I could get a quick glance at him now and I could say it over and over and over again that Clay is such a handsome person and he's even prettier when he is asleep.

I dug my head into the crook of his neck to which he let out a small groan and moved down one of his arms, now holding my by my waist and my hip. I wrapped my arm around his torso and went even closer toward him.

I could smell his cologne. Soft vanilla mixed with a little lavender. Another thing I liked about Clay. He always smelled amazing.
And with one last deep breath I fell back asleep in Clays arms.

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It was now almost two hours later. This time Clay woke up first, waiting for me to wake up.
Eventually we got up, Clay volunteered to make breakfast and I told him I'd have to go somewhere while he's making breakfast and that I'd be back in about 20 minutes. He hesitated at first, making sure I wouldn't go to my house, but after I promised him I wouldn't, he agreed and told me to be safe.

I was currently on my way back towards Clays house after I got the money.
I was excited to finally go back to the restaurant.
I haven't been there in years and I wondered if it still looked the same as it did a few years ago.
I always enjoyed going there when I was younger.

When I arrived back at Clays he was finished with making breakfast, eggs and bacon -basic I know- but for some reason everything Clay cooks tastes amazing. He greeted me with a hug, put the food on two plates and we sat down together, chatting and eating our food.

Well and let's say the majority of the day was spent with watching Stranger Things together.
We ordered Chick-fil-A for Lunch and continued watching Stranger Things again. Boring. I know.
Anyways.

It takes about 30 minutes to get to the restaurant which is why we had to get ready now since it was already 4:30 pm.
I told Clay to not wear anything too fancy since the restaurant isn't really an overpriced, rich kinda place. Yes I told him that exactly like that and he laughed at me. Mean. I know.

The funny thing is, when Clay and I were shopping for the dinner with his parents we walked past two matching Stone Island sweaters and he insisted on buying these as our matching sweaters.
And without telling each other what we would wear, we both happened to wear these exact matching sweaters.
I wore a pair of light blue cuffed jeans and the light purple Stone island sweater with the light green badge at the side whereas Clay wore some cuffed light blue jeans as well and the light green sweater with the light purple badge at the side.

The moment I came out of the guest bedroom with that sweater on Clay shot me a grin. 'We're going to be matching today Georgie' he said and chuckled to which I just scoffed playfully. 'I guess I'm going to change again then' I said and acted like I was going to turn back around into my room, grinning playfully when I felt Clay grabbing my wrist turning me around to face him.

We stood really close in that very moment and again I could swear I saw him slightly bending down again. 'I don't think you should. I don't want you to' he said in a deep -and if I have to admit it- kinda hot voice. I just nodded feeling the heat raise up in my cheeks. He smirked and turned around leaving me standing there completely flustered.

I got myself together and followed him downstairs, put on my shoes, made sure I had the money and we went into his car together. I put in the address into the Navigation thingy in his car and he started driving. Of course his hand rested on my thigh again for almost the whole time slightly squeezing it then and there.

I have to be honest I love these little things about Clay. The way his hand is resting on my thigh, his thumb softly stroking my thigh. The way he always looks over at me, smiling at me whenever there is a red light. The way he softly hums along to the songs playing through the radio. The way the sunlight illuminates his face perfectly.
Everything he does is perfect.

And God I could get used to that.

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