George's POV

I woke up to sunlight stabbing me right in the eyes. Annoying as hell. I groaned then turned my head, but I immediately felt it , her soft skin under my arm, warm breath on my chest.

Wendy.

She curled into me, her face was pressed against my chest. Her hair was a mess, it was all over the pillow and my shoulder. I could feel her breath, it was soft and even, against my skin. My arm tightened around her waist.

I wasn’t dreaming, right?

My eyes opened the more, adjusting to the light. No, I'm not dreaming. She was real. And she's here.

Her lashes fluttered,...