George's POV
I wipe my hands on my pants as we pull into my drive. My palms are so sweaty. It's all I can do to wait in the car until it stops. I just want to jump out and run inside. When the car finally rolls to a stop I get out quick. I thank the driver and bolt up the stairs to the front door. I unlock it and open it. I move inside and shut it quickly behind me. I lean against it closing my eyes for a brief moment before I hear Kara's voice come from the television room. My mind goes into tunnel vision. I hear nothing and see nothing besides the door frame to the television room.
When I reach it I find Kara, my little, frail Kara on the couch. My heart fills up with the abundant love I have for her. My eyes tear a little. The need and desire I have to spend the rest of my life with her... I wonder if any of the other guys feel this way about their wives. Every second I spend with her still isn't enough. I can't describe the way she makes me feel. My knees wobble, my heart flutters, my face flushes all hot and red. She leaves me speechless. Completely breathless. Every time. I glance at the television. It's a rerun from last nights show. I tear up a little bit thinking about just how much it means to know she watches me on the telly. I desperately await the moment to come when I cross the room and gather her into my arms. I open my mouth to break the silence.
"K?"
Kara's POV
I'm sitting in the television room. The afternoon is unbearably cold. It's much worse since I've lost all that weight in the hospital. Miss Judy comes around the corner with some fresh hot water. I lift my feet while she moves the tin of cold water out and replaces it with the tin of hot water. I sink my feet into the warmth. She stands and goes to the fireplace, shifting the logs. Although George has a fancy heater system in the house, I still can't help but shiver.
"You poor poor dear." Miss Judy says, shaking her head. She adds yet another blanket on top of my shoulders.
"You really should be in a hot bath sweetie." She says. I nod in agreement.
"I want to watch George though." I say.
"It's the only way I can be with him these days." She nods in understanding. It had been nearly a month and a half since I'd been released from the hospital. It was hard enough before. But after he told me he loved me, he's been literally the only thing on my mind. I sneeze.
"Are you catching a cold? Well no mind. I'm running you a bath anyway. I'll have it no other way." Miss Judy insists, walking up the stairs, determined. I nod subconsciously. My eyes glued to the screen, waiting desperately for a glimpse of George. I hear the front door open.
"Miss Judy?" I call as I turn and stretch, trying to see. I'm met with silence.
"Hello? .... Miss Judy? .... Anybody" I call again. I hear footsteps in the hallway. A small panic starts to rise as I hear the footsteps approach. I start to stand but all the blankets keep me from moving much.
"Hello!" I say once again, more urgency this time. The steps get louder and louder still as they near the television room. I watch the doorway, waiting for whoever will soon stand in it. As the footsteps increase speed I squeeze my eyes shut, scared nearly out of my mind. The steps stop abruptly.
"K?" I hear. I open one eye. I gasp as I see George's frame filling the doorway.
"George!" I squeal. He breaks into one of his rare smiles. He takes three strides to cross the room to the chair I'm in. He lifts me up in one easy swoop. I giggle. He sits on the chair and sets me in his lap.
"Ooh I've missed you." He says as he presses his face into my hair. I smile.
"I've missed you too. But you absolutely scared me just then!" George blushes, embarrassed.
"Sorry. I had wanted my arrival to be a surprise. I'm really sorry baby. I just... I miss you and I can't tell you how good it feels to be holding you in my arms right now." He tightens his grip around my waist. I nod. Still upset at the fright he gave me. My heart rate is still racing and I'm taking deep breaths trying to get it to slow down.
"Hey." George says after a moment. When I don't respond, he reaches up and moves the hair from my neck, brushing it down my back gently with his fingers.
"Hey." He says again. I turn and look at him. He looks deep into my eyes before taking a breath and opening his mouth.
"I love you." He says. I blush and smile. When he sees that he smiles back.
"I love you." I say to him. George reaches his hand to my neck and pulls me in closer. There's a quick moment of anticipation before he closes the gap and kisses me.
I had no use for my blankets any more. The love of George warms me faster and more than any number of blankets and hot baths ever could. George's kisses are the sweetest. Even his kisses are shy and kind. They are the perfect combination of lovable and passionate. His kisses seem to always have a way of leaving me hungry for more. I pull my arms out from under the blankets. I tangle my fingers in George's messy curls, suddenly ravenous.
