Hello, goodbye

I feel fine

     "I've missed you, Rose," George whispered in my ear, and I laughed.
     "Stop, that tickles," I laughed, and he laid back on the bed. I didn't think it was a good idea to be in the same bed, but he seemed to think it would be alright, so I shrugged it off.
He suddenly began to tickle me, and when I was helpless from laughing, he pinned me down and kissed me. I kissed him back, and really took in the moment. I took in the smell of his cologne, and the way my fingers intertwined with his rough, thick hair. I took in the way he put all of his passion into the kiss, and treated it almost as a work of art, perfecting every single thing about it. He treated me as delicate as porcelain, but also expressed all of the strength he had in the kiss. It was truly breathtaking and heartwarming.
     "George, we can't," I said as soon as he pulled back to breathe.
     He sighed and rolled onto his back next to me, "why? You obviously want to!" He pointed out, and he could've never known how true that was.
     "I do, but I promised Paul," I said quietly, and he got agitated.
     "Why are you always thinking of Paul? Are you two a thing?" He asked, and I reddened.
    "No, George. Don't be ridiculous! He just doesn't want me toying with anyone's heart," I explained, and George rolled his eyes.
    "Do you ever notice that in the moment, you want to love me, but when the moment is over that is the only time you ever say anything? Just do what your heart wants, Rose! You can make your own-" I cut him off by climbing on top of him and kissing him. I don't know what overcame me in that moment, but I felt wild.
     "Do you want to get crazy, Mr. Harrison?" I asked seductively in his ear, and he just nodded nervously. It made me laugh to see him that way. I threw my shirt off and bit my lip.
He just stared at me looking clueless to what to do next. I laughed and rolled onto my back, getting under the covers next to him.
"Hey! What?" He asked dumbstruck, and I smiled and turned to him, propping my head up with my hand.
"You're too sweet to get crazy," I explained, and he looked offended.
"Hey! I can get wild! You just don't know yet," he countered, and I turned back away from him.
"Goodnight Georgie," I said, and he still wanted to argue.
"But rose!" He countered, and I didn't move.
"Goodnight George," I said louder, and he finally got the point and didn't say anything else.
My mind began to wonder and it went to a night many months previous, and I thought of the mystery man George was talking to. It occurred to me that he never explained that, and I wondered if it would be rude to ask now.
"Geo?" I called out, but he didn't respond. He was already sleeping like a baby. I rolled my eyes. Classic Geo, I thought, but soon went to bed myself. I dreamt of John and I had a feeling of guilt from that night many days ago. I felt bad because George was nice enough to forgive me, and let me back into his home. I looked back onto the memory with immense regret, and I knew I could never take that back.
     That's the night I think I really fell in love with George without realizing it. And that's also the night that I think I fell out of love with Paul, or maybe I was never really in love with him anyways. But it is not when I came unto these realizations, as much as how that is important, and I will consciously realize it soon enough....
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That's my sad attempt at shitty foreshadowing. Okay, well that's it for today! Gotta work on my other books now ☺️ (which are really good) and that's my sad attempt at shitty self promotion! You're welcome!😂