A/N I've never done a dedication before but I'm gonna do one because... why not? So... this chapter is dedicated to my friend Grace because she's a great friend who is incredibly lovely and helped me out in the half-term without even blinking an eyelash. Not to mention how she's an AMAZING writer (go read her books!) and I kinda stole her simile. Please forgive me Grace. I just couldn't help it :)
Dappled hazy light streamed through the curtains, pulled slightly ajar by a silhouette. Although I was just waking up, there was no doubt that it must be mid-morning. January was the darkest time of the year and it would be pitch black if the time was no earlier than nine.
George's figure lightly tugged at the heavy, white curtains so he could slip in-between them and stare out through the floor to ceiling window. There was a sort of glowing orange aura hovering around his silhouette from the sun rays. He looked like a God, as uper usual, with the light hitting his immaculate naked chest.
He hadn't noticed I was awake, so I quietly slipped out of the sheets and crossed the room towards him as silently as I could. When I was millimetres away from him, I slid my arms around his waist and rested my head on his warm back. George jumped slightly at the shock of my touch, then sighed with relief when he realised it was me.
We didn't speak. I planted a soft kiss on his shoulder blade and wrapped my arms tighter around him, relishing in the wonderful feeling that could only be created by George.
Reaching up on my tiptoes so I could perch my chin on his shoulder, I gazed at the scenery of the Lassalle farm. The fields were mostly dead, the frosty grass scoffed by the sheep. Patches of bare land stuck out like sores, obscuring what was a pretty - although lifeless - scene.
After what felt like hours but were only minutes, he stepped back just so he could pull the curtains closed again and dim out the warm haze that made every dust particle in the air visible.
He took my hand and gently led me to his dishevelled bed, sat on the edge and pulled me onto his lap. Swinging my legs over his so I could be face to face with him, I leaned my forehead against his. Like always, sparks lit up in the area where his forehead was touching mine and cascaded like a pinball in my body.
"Tell me."
Two of the simplest words that brought reality back down to the situation like a sledge hammer to the head. It was like someone reminding you on your birthday you had three hours of homework to do for the next day.
Pursed lips and an exhausted shaky sigh was my response.
"Please don't do this again, Libellule. Don't bottle it up, I know it just hurts you more. I hate seeing you in pain." He said softly, running his finger under my eyes as if to wipe away tears I shed last night. "Yesterday..." He paused and flashes of me crying floods on his shoulder went through my mind. "You promised. You know you can tell me anything. Relationships are all about trust. Don't keep this from me."
"It's quite pathetic." I spoke soundlessly.
"It won't be."
I gazed over to him and instantly regretted it. Ink pool eyes melted my insides and slackened my tight posture. We agreed last night that he would distract me and not talk about why I was upset as long as I told him in the morning. It was the morning.
Shaking my head, I bowed my head in shame.
"How about we make a deal? You tell me why you were crying and I'll tell you why I said I couldn't stay the night last night." I looked up at his offer and bit my lip. "I think that's a pretty good deal." His smile was soft, like his hair that was messy from sleep and glossy like melted chocolate.
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