Love comes to everyone | George Harrison (COMPLETE)

Part 24 - Love and Hate

*steamy! Frustration, anger and very steamy! Steamy!

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Cecilia's POV:-

After dinner, I head upstairs to unpack my things.

I was exhausted and more so, felt gutted.

It was so awkward being around George in the same table.

He seemed just so resolute in avoiding me that I was convinced he didn't want anything else from me.

George's POV:-

It was around 1 in the morning and I woke up in a puddle of my own sweat.

I was suddenly so hot and looking down, I noticed a wet mark just where my hips were positioned.

"Great."

I got out of my bed and reached in for the packet of cigarettes placed on my study desk.

As the first puff of smoke hit my lungs, I felt a big wave of relief descend down my shoulders.

The whole house slept peacefully and nobody was awake.
Nobody was awake other than me, the open sky, a tragically beautiful graveyard of stars and her.

I went and stood beside the window, leaning against the window panel and watched her saunter around the garden, stroking the tiny bud of peony, through the little clouds of smoke.

I knew she'd come out there.

I kept those peonies only for her and even grew some extra bunches, just so she could admire it and she didn't want me anymore.

During dinner, she was just so cold and resolute, I was convinced she didn't want anything else from me.

To be fair, if that is what she wanted, so be it.

I didn't want anything from her as well.

But...

God, she makes me want to have her so bad, it physically hurts.

I do realize I overreacted that day and could have handled the situation better.

I mean she is only 19 for crying out loud, she will question me if I try to impose my authority on her, which on my part was definitely wrong.

She just means so much to me and I am so afraid to lose her that I lose it at times.

And that day was one of those days, I lost it and thought she was going to leave me.

But why was she here? What else did she want from me?

Why is she in my garden, knowing damn well I am watching her and simply want to cup her face and kiss her, with passion and desire I have had suppressed from the past 3 weeks?

She makes things so hard. She makes me so hard and needy and desperate.

I really hate her sometimes.

I really hate to love her sometimes.

Cecilia's POV:-

There were more flowers in the garden than I last remembered it. Specifically, my favorite ones, the peonies.

A blush creeps on my face, remembering of the last time I was here this late at night.

That was the night, George and I first bedded. That was the night, which changed everything for me.

Little did I know, that night was going to bring so many happy as well as sour moments in my life.

I gently brush my finger over one of the younger buds and casually run the pat of my finger into it's sticky, soft, knob.