George's POV

I opened the door. Edward's hand jerked away like it was burned, his fingers pulling back from Wendy's cheek like it was hot. He got up quickly, his face full of regret.

“What are you doing?” I asked. I walked into the room, staring at Edward.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, probably a weak excuse. “George, I was just…”

I wouldn't let him finish. “Just go.” I cut him off, my voice filled with anger. “Leave. Now.” I pointed to the door, my hand shaking with barely hidden rage. I couldn't stand seeing him near her, touching her. Every part of me wanted him gone....