BooksHaveFeelings2
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"Morning, princess."
George Weasley stood in all his glory in the door frame, hair spiked and wet, water dripping down his chest down to where a maroon towel hung dangerously low off his hips.
Serena had little to imagine.
"It's rude to stare." George chuckled taking a step towards her. She subconsciously leaned back into the pillow, palms placed behind her, cheeks flushing red hot at the sight in front of her.