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chapter nine: in this moment

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In the middle of George adorably ranting on and on about how much he 'hated' me for not saying anything while he poured his heart out, I felt a warm sensation rise in my chest.

Do it. You know you want to. He likes you...he actually LIKES YOU! A voice in my head cheered.

Out of nowhere I interrupted George mid-sentence, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his.

It took George a second to realize what was actually happening- he froze, not backing away, but not leaning in either.

Then, as if all the puzzle pieces seemed to fit just right in his head, he kissed me back.

He allowed his lips to mold into mine, kissing me slowly and with intent. He gripped at my jaw to keep my chin where he wanted it- holding it gently.

I breathed steadily as we made out to calm my emotions, trying to break past this mental barrier of being so scared that someone would walk in on us.

I just have to focus on George.

George...

My hands rested near the middle of George's back, gripping at his shirt just lightly enough for him to notice the presence of my hands. I felt the almost scratchy fabric of his thin cotton tee. I felt his needy yet slightly cautious touch, one of his hands resting on my knee and the other cradling the back of my neck, running soft fingers through my shaggy hair. I craved more contact, though: craved the feeling of his flushed, warm complexion, craved to know what it was like to recognize the landmarks on his skin by touch, and for him recognize mine.

The faint sound of murmurs coming from the living room TV were drowned out by our breathing. George's breathing was quick and heavy, almost as if he was scared to waste too much time on his breath that he would miss out on time spent kissing me. My breaths were much more long and drawn out- laced with purpose. I could hear a single bird chirping, what sounded like just outside the front door, and it was a gentle reminder to George and I how early in the morning it still was.

George smelt different than I thought he would. Not that I had imagined what he smelt like before, but...Okay, I'll be honest, I definitely have imagined what he would smell like before this moment. He smells like...cedarwood- earthy, raw, fulfilling. Something else too- something lighter, something sweet...A fruit. Pear? No. Lemon? Definitely not. Strawberries. Yeah, cedarwood and strawberries...

The taste of mint gum, that I had conveniently began chewing just minutes before George and I started making out. I swear it's a coincidence...Coffee- mocha coffee- lingering in George's mouth, on his tongue. George hated coffee, but he convinced himself to drink it a few hours ago to stay awake because of how tired he was from the past day. I also hated coffee, but god, it tasted damn good on George's lips right now.

My vision was dark- blank, almost, with both our eyes closed, exploring each other in different ways. We were too immersed in this kiss to even think about having our eyes open...but what if I just opened them for one quick second? Surely George wouldn't have his eyes open at the same time. I slowly allowed my eyes to open, seeing George's face up-close for the first time in forever, then closed my eyes again and recalled in detail what I noticed about him. His dark, long eyelashes paired with his lightly freckled skin and his high cheekbones, his soft jawline, his swollen pink lips...