George's POV.

After she had pecked me goodbye, I stood outside watching her sit back down on the couch, pulling the curtains as I told her to.

I wanted to go, but my legs seemed to be stuck on the floor.

I should leave.

I hopped in my car, looking at the distant house in my front before I turned the car on.

I already bid her goodnight, made sure she was safe.

But why did I feel this tightness in my chest?

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling, shakily and…sharply. I could go back in. Stay the night. Make sure she’s safe. But I knew Wendy would...