George's POV.

My words seem to have gotten to her. She turned back on heels and crashed right into the cushion next to my bed with a loud thud.

It's not the exact kind of close I want but at least I get to catch the whiff of her berry cologne and I could hear her soft sighs.

I turned to sleep in a way that I could see her every movement.

Her head was thrown back, her hair spreading around the neck of the cushion. She was tired.

I made her tired and I can't help but beat myself up for it.

“I'm here now…and you're not sleeping,” she...