George's POV:
TW: making out‼️‼️
After some time Clays mom decided to make some cookies because why not?
Drista ran to the kitchen to help her with the cookies and his father was just happy for both of us well of course his mum and sister are happy too but they know longer then him and also he made his way to the kitchen so we were left alone again.
"So we are alone again" he looked at me with a smirk.
"Shut up your family is right next to us" i playful hit him giggling.
We just made eye contact for a couple of seconds because it was just silence we both didn't say anything but of course Clay has the best ideas for everything.
"Wanna go on the roof?" He smiles at me.
What in the world?
I look at him confused.
"The roof?" I ask.
He doesn't say anything but grabs my hand and pulls me up stairs to his bedroom.
He lets go off my hand and pulls up his window.
He looks back at me "come on!" He waved for me to come closer.
"You go first"
" I knew you would say that" he carefully climbed out of the window and told me once again to follow.
"Need a hand?" He giggled and pulled his hand back in for me to take.
I quickly grabbed it and got out of the window.
We got up the roof just like he always got up.
We got comfortable so what we knew that we wouldn't fall off.
It wasn't cold outside so it was actually pretty nice up there. His house was big so no one looked up here it was amazing.
The sun looked like it was about to set so we wanted to stay here for a longer time.
He even asked me if I would get cold he would claim back in get me a blanket I just needed to say that.
I loved how much he actually cared.
"This is very pretty" I smile looking at him.
"Just like you" he pulled me closer and kiss me.
He grabbed me by my waist as I pulled my legs around his waist.
He pulled out "have you ever thought you would've made out with someone on the roof?" He asked.
"Wanna just make out?" I quick laughed and pulled him back in.
It didn't take him long to start kissing me back.
He sat down and put me on his lap. I slowly moved around so that it would make it a lot more difficult for him but he noticed and held me down with one hand. The other traveled under my shirt.
It didn't take long until he stopped holding me because his other hand was under my shirt too and his lips were now kissing and sucking my neck.
We didn't make out for a long time because what if actually someone looked.
Weird.
We cuddled together and watched the sun go down we talked about the most recent thing or childhood which was interesting to just listen to him talk.
We didn't know what time it was because of how long we talked but it was night the sun went down about an hour ago or even more.
"Can you get me a hoodie I'm getting co-" I asked but I was cut off by him because he took his hoodie off and said "arms up"
"Your shirtless" I say trying not to blush.
"And? Arms up"he demanded
I put my arms up and hi pulled it in me.
He pulled me closer too so that I wasn't cold anymore and yes I wasn't.
"Better?" He asked.
"Yeah" I paused "you're still shirtless."
"I know you like it" he laughed and I blushed and giggled too.
An hour later we finally got back inside and of course I made him carry me back inside because I was too lazy to get off him and because it was really cold and we needed to get some sleep.
He put me on his bed but he didn't join me right then he walked to the closet and looked for something there.
"Why are you at the closet come to beddd" I hugged the pillow.
"I need a shirt because you said that I looked ugly" he chose one.
I looked at him annoyed "I never said that!"
"Yeah yeah" he got dressed.
„Can we watch something?" I ask because he wasn't coming back to bed so I need to get him in bed.
I turned to me he walked over and got on the bed on top of me. "Can that wait?"
"I guess it can" I laughed and kissed him.
We didn't even kiss for that long and he already made his way down to my neck.
I thought I heard someone open the door and close it Which made me pull out and look around but Clay didn't care and pulled me back in and continued to give me sweet lovely kisses.
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