George's POV
By the time I got home, I had already made up my mind. I wanted Moxie, not in the careless way I had wanted things before, not in the easy, thoughtless way that never asked anything from me. This was different, and the fact that I couldn’t ignore it anymore only made it more obvious. I couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling in my heart.
I walked into the house and found her in the living room. She was sitting on the couch, her legs tucked slightly to the side, a book resting open in her lap even though she didn’t seem fully focused on it. The television played quietly in the background, more like noise than something she was actually watching.
For a second, I just stood there watching her; she looked so unreal. So beautiful, it felt like I was seeing her for the first time al
