Betting On Love ✯ George Russell

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❝ So aren't you sad about the fact that you can't write me?
I cheered the loudest for you when you won your trophies ❞

Melanie Albon POV

I woke up on Valentine's Day and I thought George would be by my side but I am no longer laying on his chest, I am laying on his pillow and I heard the noises in the kitchen so I got up, put on one of his sweaters and found him as he was ending breakfast.

"Good morning," I lean on the doorframe as I keep watching him, and he turns around. His smile appears when he sees me and comes to my encounter.

"Good morning, baby," he is all happy before he kisses my lips, pulling me to him.

"Is that all for Valentine's Day?" I ask curiously as he lead me to the table with the most various options for breakfast.

"Yes, since we are not going out and celebrating it publicly I am still going to do something different. It's our first together, I need to make something out of it," he comments as he puts the plates in front of our places and seats down to eat.

"You didn't have to do all of this, I was fine with some Netflix and Chill," I comment as I start filing up my plate and he did the same.

"We deserve something more, look at all we've been through to get here. We need to enjoy every moment we are not fighting or bickering with each other," his words sure get me to laugh and he kisses my cheek before starting to eat.

Breakfast was better than I expected and we went back to his bedroom, he closed the blinds and put on Netflix.

"You are a very good boyfriend, I didn't expect that," I comment as he joins me in bed and he laughs.

"I have to. I need to make up for all the shit you've been through, I need to be way better than what you are used to. That way I will get to keep you forever," he pulls me closer and I snuggle in his arms.

"What do you have in mind for us to see?" I ask curiously and he opens Netflix on the romantic movies section, giving me the remote.

"You have all the reigns for the television," he is leaning back as I choose the first movie.

We ordered lunch, ate popcorn, ice cream and then ordered dinner. We saw around 5 movies but we did make out a whole lot, maybe even going much further than that. But as midnight approached I looked carefully for the clock to reach it so I could be the first.

"Happy birthday, baby!" I say excitedly as I jump into his lap and his hands settle on my thighs.

"It sure is going better than I pictured," he mutters as he wets his lips while I watched his every move.

"Is it? You could be single, fucking whatever girl you've set your mind too, you have that charm," I say as I take the sweater off.

"I would take you over everyone, every single time. You grew on me, I just needed time to admit it," he leans his head back to lock his eyes with mine and I take the opportunity.

I lean down and kiss his neck, slowly and very aware of the effect it would have on him as his grip tightened.

"You better not stop halfway, baby. Because I am going crazy already," his voice is raspier and I smirk.

I like being on top, being on control. And sometimes I like him being on top and giving him control. Maybe that's why we are good for each other.

"I love you, George," I whisper as I gently bite his ear and he moans.

"Oh, that will do it by itself. You are saying it this freely already? I can live with this," he is all cocky as expected and I signal him to take his shirt off as I made way to take his sleeping shorts.

I leaned into the bedstand and opened the first drawer, taking out the condom.

"You will like this even more now," I taunt him as I lean in to passionately kiss him as I slipped the condom on him.

His hand moves up to my waist and wraps the arm around my waist to pull me closer and I chuckle against his lips, a moan escaping both our lips as I sat on him.

"Fuck me," I moan as I lean my head back.

"That's what I am doing baby," his hand is in the middle of my hair, making me face him.

"Do a better job then," I tempt him and quickly enough I was no longer on top, on control.

Now we were standing up, my back against the cold wall and him giving me his all, just like I asked. Wanting it a little bit faster or harder is not that bad. Oh, it's so fucking good.

And I enjoyed every second, every thrust, every moan, every touch, every kiss. I enjoyed the man that is now mine, and I am his, even if it scares the hell out of me.

And when the pleasure hit me and I felt like jello, he held me and laid me in bed as I recovered, he took me to the bathroom and as I did my business he smiled.

"I love you, Mel. I won't disappoint you, I won't hurt you," he assures me and I chuckle.

"I know, and I won't hurt you again. I love you, I will fight for this to be our happy ending," I tell him as I head in his direction and he hugs me.

I can live like this. I can learn how to be loved and I can love, he makes me capable of that. But we were still bickering the next day when Alex got here with Lily and we did have sex when we came back from his birthday party. Because that is us, that will always be us and I don't want it any other way. I want us, just how we are.