One Day At A Time [DNF]

Dream's POV

When I wake up, I'm in George's warm embrace. I haven't felt this feeling since my last relationship, I crave the feeling of intimacy. I don't want to move, I want to stay in this place forever.

"Are you awake?" He says in a low grumble.

"George, I stink so bad. I need a bath." 

He sleepily pushes his face into the back of my head.

"Your hair needs to be washed too."

My arm hurts from the way I slept, and my leg is pretty numb. I slept horribly because I could only sleep on my left side so I wouldn't crush my right side.

"C'mon, I'll run the bath for you."

No, don't pull away please. I miss the warmth of you.

"Alright." I respond.

I'm tired but a bath would feel amazing right now.

"I think I'm gonna stream later."

I hear George say from the bathroom,

"yeah?"

He comes out a few moments later. It's the early hours of the morning but our sleep schedules are utterly destroyed to the point of no return.

When George kneels in front of me, I don't know where this is going but then he's tying a plastic bag around my cast.

"If you stick your leg out of the bath, it won't get wet but just in case I'll still put it in a plastic bag."

I'm thankful that he's doing this, god knows I wouldn't be able to do this alone. Trying to tie a plastic bag around my leg with one handed would be the end of me. He moves on to tying one around my arm and then he's helping me move to the bathroom.

When I get inside, there's candles lit and theres a lavender bath bomb in the water. It's  romantic.

"I like the setup."

I awkwardly laugh, not sure how to respond to the situation. He nods and helps me undress. He first takes off my shirt and I blush. I hate this, mostly.

"You don't have to do this, I can take care of myself."

I don't want to inconvenience him.

"No, I insist on taking care of you, on helping you any way I can."

I sit down on the edge of the bath as he helps me take off my pants next,

"I don't want you to feel like you have to help me." And this is slightly humiliating.

"Not at all."

He helps me into the bath. It warm and the candles are beautiful. In all of my relationships, I don't think I've ever experienced something so gentle and kind. In the past, I feel like I'm always the one who's trying to romance my past partners, but none of them have ever romanced me in return. Always buying chocolate, flowers, gifts, taking them on fancy dates, and yet I've never received any of that. Nobody takes me on dates, buys me chocolate, or anything of the sort.

George washes my hair, then reluctantly helps me do my skincare routine, even joining in with his own face mask. I laugh at his stupid face and his silly jokes and I wish this night would never end. When I get out, he's wrapping me in a huge trowel and helping me back to my room.

"This shirt is so stupid." He says laughing at my dumb shirts I got from the PO box.

In that moment I realise something, I think I might be bisexual. I thought it was the intimacy from past relationships I missed but maybe it's just that I'm sharing these intimate moments with George. What do I do?

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Word count on this chapter: 617
Total word count for all chapters so far: 2,108