Hours later, Luke drug his fingers though her hair. They kept catching on the frizzy ends and it was the most charming thing in the world. Her shaky breath had stopped about an hour ago and she had finally just cried herself to sleep. He had lain against the couch, maybe not in the best position, but refusing to move an inch, watching the steady rise and fall of Georgia's back. He felt honored that she trusted him after all that to the point she could fall asleep on him and moving felt like a betrayal of that trust.
He had stayed still, rubbing his fingers on her back or brushing them through her hair. Just thinking. A lot had changed in the weeks that he had known her, since that first party at Kaleb's when they had traded barbs, and he had assumed that… he sighed. That she was just some
