Moxie's POV
After what felt like hours, I finally heard some sounds coming from the door. My eyes lit up in excitement, George was home.
I pushed myself up from the couch almost immediately, my fingers tightening slightly around the key he had pressed into my hand earlier before I set it down on the counter. The excitement I had walked in with earlier was still there somewhere, buried under everything else, but it wasn’t leading anymore.
The door opened, and there he was.
For a second, everything else fell away.
“George—” I started, already moving toward him without thinking, the words catching slightly in my throat as relief hit first, quick and instinctive.
He barely had time to close the door before I reached him, my hands coming up to his arms as I stepped closer, like I needed
