George's POV
"M.. Moxie?" I called out in both disbelief and shock as my eyes widened. What was she doing in my bed?
For a few seconds, I just stood there, one hand still on the door handle, staring at the scene in front of me like it didn’t quite belong to reality. Moxie was passed out in my bed.
Her shoes were kicked off carelessly near the door, one slightly farther than the other like she had lost her balance while taking them off. Her body was half-buried in the sheets, one arm stretched out, the other curled loosely near her chest.
I could smell alcohol faintly from here and that led me to believe that was why she was here. I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.
I felt a bit tipsy from the drinks I had drunk
