I held him tighter and squeezed my eyes shut.
I’m afraid of love and I always will be.
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George rubbed his thumb in lazy circles over the inside of my wrist. There had barely been a moment where he hadn’t been touching me this morning. Even through the night, he was there whenever I woke—his arm draped over my stomach, his legs tangled in mine, his chest gently rising and falling beneath my head.
Last night had affected him. I could see it in his eyes and felt it in the way he touched me. Since we woke, limbs entangled, he had treated me like I’d break if his gaze was too sharp or his touch too heavy.
Like if he did a single thing wrong, I’ll pick up my c
