Moxie's POV
George suddenly leaned down and hugged me. The moment he pulled me into him, everything I had been holding in since we walked through that front door started to crack in ways I couldn’t control anymore. I didn’t even realize how tense I had been until his arms wrapped around me, like he wasn’t going anywhere no matter how much everything else was about to change.
“Hey,” he murmured, one hand sliding up my back, grounding me without making a big deal out of it. “Don’t do that thing where you start spiraling before anything’s even happened.”
I let out a quiet breath against his chest, my fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt as I shook my head. “I’m not spiraling.” I mumbled.
“You are,” he replied without hesitation, and I could hear the faint hint of a smile
