George's POV
Things had been so peaceful between Moxie and I. I saw the dreamy look in her eyes as she reminisced on the fond memories of her family. When she begand to look sad, I couldn't bare to see the look on her face. I cheered her up by telling her stories of mind.
However, our little bubble was bursted when mom interrupted us. I saw the disappointed look on her face when I told mom there was nothing between Moxie and I. Did that hurt her?
I couldn't even stop her from walking away from me when she decided to go the bed, leaving the soup I had happily made, unfinished.
I let out a sigh and pushed my hand through my hair. Why did I feel so empty now that she had left. I heard another sound and saw that it was my phone buzzing. Messages kept stacking one after another from the gu
