I woke up to the soft brushing of George’s fingers against my cheek. Warm. Slow. Tender.
His breath hit my forehead as he pressed a gentle kiss there, then another on my lips. I smiled half-asleep, still wrapped in his arms. For a moment, it felt like the world outside didn’t exist, just him and me, tangled up in the sheets with our bodies close.
Then his ringtone sliced through the quiet.
He ignored it at first, tightening his arm around my waist, lips lingering on mine like he wanted to steal one more moment before the morning took him away.
But it kept ringing.
George groaned, dragging a hand over his face before rolling over to grab the phone.
“What?” he answered, voice rough and irritated. I nudged him to stop being rude.
A pause. A tired sigh.
“Okay… relax. I’ll be there soon
