Moxie's POV
George carried me back to his car and set me gently on the passenger seat.
"You alright?" He asked and I nodded mutely, taken aback by how calm and gentle he was being with me. He got in the car and turned on the heater for me, making me feel warmer.
By the time we got back home, the adrenaline from the fall had worn off, leaving me a bit exhausted.
My clothes had already started to dry a little under his jacket, but I still felt cold in that uncomfortable, deep way that seeped into your bones. I stepped inside, rubbing my arms slightly.
“I’m fine now,” I muttered, more out of habit than anything.
George didn’t even look convinced. He carried me to the kitchen and brought out a stool for me.
"Sit here" he suddenly said and I frowned.
"What?" I mumbled .
“Sit,” he repe
