Moxie's POV
George and I sat in silence while he drove home. I sat there, my hands resting in my lap, fingers loosely intertwined, staring straight ahead even though I wasn’t really seeing anything outside the windshield.
My heart hadn’t settled since the game. The way he pulled me into a hug without a single care in the world made my heart race. I bit on my lower lip at the realisation that I had truly fallen for George; it was the truth, and I couldn't keep lying to myself about it any longer.
"What's going on, Moxie? You're being so quiet." His voice broke through the silence again, softer this time, but no less persistent.
“I am just a little tired,” I replied, keeping my tone even.
“That’s not what I'm referring to, and you know it,” he said. I swallowed, my grip tightening slig
