George's POV.

She pressed her lips to mine, tugging at my buttoned shirt like she was about to pull it off.

I held her hands, stopping her from going further. She moved back a little and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What is it?,” her voice was raspy, like she was already in the moment.

“You don't want to do this, I know,” I said and as if that was what she needed to hear, she broke into tears.

I immediately brought my hands to her cheeks to wipe the tears away while I brought her close to my arms.

“It's ok,* I tapped her back as she...