April. Eight months into Anna Brooks' pregnancy.
"You know you've never spoken to me about your mum before." George remarked. "And you've never let me meet her."
I sighed. "It's not that I don't want you to, it's just she's not a very good mum and she isn't usually in. It'd just be weird. I never talk to her about anything, and you... it'd just be weird. She tries sometimes to ask about my personal life but never succeeds in getting anything out of it. I won't give her the satisfaction by introducing her to you."
"I get that. Kind of." He replied and stood up to come and pull the clothes I was placing from one pile of mess to another out of my hands. "Tell me more."
"Well I think she's a coward. After my dad died it was like she wanted to detach herself from ever trying to love someone again, us. Kind of like me." I paused for a moment as a recollection took over. "Actually exactly like me."
"Do you think of yourself as a coward?"
Thoroughly thinking my answer through, I cocked a brow. "No. blocking everyone out was a way of survival. Not to let myself get hurt, like armour and protection."
George took my hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over my knuckles. "Maybe that's what she was doing. Or thought she was doing."
I took that comment in. It was a good point; one I hadn't considered. "Yeah but the difference between my mum and I is that she is our mother, and she is meant to look after us no matter what. Not think she's looking after us because she abandoned us with a nanny since I was seven. And then dump the mother job on me. You know, I practically raised Abi and Harry. Sure the nanny cooked, cleaned and drove us to school until I was sixteen but the mother part my mum was meant to fill... nope, that was my job."
"That's not fair on you."
"I know." I sighed. "And it frustrates me, it always has but I ignored it. I hate how she thinks she can waltz back three times a month for one night a go and pretend like there isn't a problem here."
"You need to tell her all of this. Everything you told me." He suggested certainly. "It's the only way that things will get better."
I smiled and nudged his chin with my hand. "You're probably right."
"I probably am." George whispered softly and took a hold of my hand so he could intertwine our fingers.
"Will it get rid of this awkward unsatisfied ache in my chest?" I asked, locking with brilliant blue eyes.
"Maybe... but I know what definitely will." He grinned a delicious smirk, biting his lip for added mischief.
"Oh really?" I replied.
"Uh huh." George hummed and leaned up to capture my lips just as I leaned down and somewhat collapsed in his lap.
He told me hundreds of things with his kiss. I felt my heart pace plummet to the sky and instinctively I relaxed into his strong arms. Floating.
A huge grin broke out across my lips and I leaned back, breaking our enchanting kiss. George quickly drew back his face from mine, knowing how I was still a little skittish, but I could see glowing in his eyes how he wanted to continue kissing me silly.
"Cassie." I heard the desire in his voice, all husky and warm.
"George." I didn't mean to purr, but my emotions had been overtaken and engulfed by my post teenage hood hormones.
He kissed me. Slowly, taking his time, like there was no place he'd rather be. Hands beneath my shirt, brushing and cupping my waist, tangling in my bra straps. We fell back on the bed, softly. He kissed me like he'd forgotten all the other lips his lips had touched. He kissed me with childish delight. He kissed me until I laughed into his mouth from intense happiness. He inhaled my sighs. He kissed me until I moaned. He kissed me with my face in his hands, and then his hands in my hair. Pulling me closer at the waist, he kissed me like he wanted to take me dancing in an open arena and spin me around and look at me like I was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. He took his time. He kissed me like I was the first and only piece of chocolate he'd ever taste. He kissed me until I forgot how to count. He kissed me stupid.
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Hiding Anna
Romance"Cassie stop. You're going to collapse..."George called softly in the wind. My mind was already elsewhere, detached from my body. I don't know what kept my feet moving, but something did. Keep running. But I can't. I didn't understand what was happ...
