George P.O.V.

My morals at this point are ambiguous at best. 48 hours haven't even passed since I practically heard Yukari's heard shattering all over again when I let those lies flow from my mouth like word vomit and yet here I am, asking her if I can talk to her later. I whole heartily expected a cold shoulder from the raven haired beauty. I didn't expect her to agree. Maybe it was an incoherent agreement. Either way, no matter how much I refuse to admit it, I'm anxious for this shoot to end, so I can tell her the truth. But what will I tell her exactly? Will I tell her that I lied to her yesterday night because I thought that was what was best for her and her husband to be? Or do I lie again to cover up the lies I have already told?

I feel her warm body against mine and my brain plunges into my memories. How bright her smile seemed to be, her scent, and her touch. And here I was ruining all of my chances. "George, pay attention!" the director barks and Yukari's stiffens in my arms and looks up at me with red eyes. How long was she crying? With every heart beat the guilt grows stronger and I finally look away from her brown eyes, knowing very well what they conceal. The urge to hold her is becoming too great and I hug her tighter to be before I am almost kissing her shoulder. What am I doing? Didn't I say I was going to give her up?

The rest of the photo shoot is a blur, I know I've been told to turn a certain way and to bring Yukari closer, but the time has come and gone as the director says, "Good work everyone." The crew cheers and I smile weakly as Yukari steps away from me and into her dressing room. A part of me wishes she forgot what I told her, but the selfish side of me wishes she remembers and is going to come right back out so we can talk. By the time I finish changing I look around for Yukari and she has completely vanished, clearly regretting agreeing to talk with me. I don't blame her; I wouldn't want to talk to my arrogant self either. I hunch over and head to the parking lot of the company car before Kimiko, another model with perky breast and legs for days, calls out to me. "We're all going out for drinks to celebrate, would you like to come?" She blinks her round hazel eyes and grabs my arm, pressing her breast closer to me and I smile, why bother fighting it? Yukari must hate me after last night; why not forget all of it with the help of this more than willing girl? It also doesn't help that she's not bad to look at either.

"Of course, I'll buy you a few rounds, get in," I unlock the car as she walks with twisting hips to the side other side of the car. This is the way it should be, Yukari deserves to be happy. All I can offer her is sadness and empty promises of hope. I put the luxury car in reverse and backed out before speeding out of the parking lot, attempting to drown all of my problems in the next few hours no matter how much I knew it wasn't going to help. Driving as fast as I can, I attempted to leave Yukari and my problems behind, for just a few hours.

Yukari P.O.V.

Tonight, my boss called me at one in the morning to tell me George was drunk out of his mind and that there wasn't any way he could drive home. My boss asked if I could pick him up and take him back to the hotel he was staying at. Hesitant, I looked over at my sleeping fiancé and agreed to pick up the man that nearly broke my healing heart all over again. What was I doing? Rushing to the aid of another man would be unforgiveable to my fiancé Kiko. Quietly I threw on a pair of jeans and a T shirt and shoes before I grabbed my keys, my heart already out the door and down the street. What will I do when I see him? At the photo shoot I was just barely able to concentrate with keeping my distance form him, and here I was, driving down the road to help him. I'm such a mess. Flashing neon lights peered at me full of judgment as I pull my hair into a pony tail. When I pull up in front of the bar, my boss and another man are holding up what appeared to be a rambling George and when I step out of the car to open the passenger door, George looks at me with glassy, seductive eyes.

"Hey Yukari, you look really hot right now. Where're you taking me? Hopefully somewhere we can be alone," He slurs his words as they load him into the car. His normal musk is cloaked by so many different types of booze that I wonder how much he had drank and why he drank so heavily.

"Here's the address of the hotel he's staying at. Thanks Yukari," my boss hands me the address and I smile at him before I got into the car and drive off, careful not to jerk my car in anyway. There was no way I was going to let him throw up in my car.

I can feel my heart beating through my body and I grip the steering wheel a little tighter as I look over at an inebriated George, even in this state just being around him makes my heart do a dance of its own.

"Yukari," he says slowly, as if concentrating on ever letter of my name. "Where were you tonight? I had fun! There was some hot girl there who I kept on buying drinks for and she started to tease me and-"I don't let him finish because by this point I stop the car abruptly in front of his hotel which slams his body back into his seat. "Do it again!" He cheers like a kid as I pull my car into a parking spot and get out, going over to George's side to help him out. He gets out easily and even walks into the hotel, minus a few sways of his lean body. I walk behind him, pushing the elevator button. George wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my hair. "Yukari, are you always this soft and hot? Did I mention you're hot?" The soft elevator music isn't loud enough when we enter so I won't have to think of how I missed his arms around me and his voice in my ear. The elevator stops at his floor and I guide him out, fishing in his pocket for his room key.

"Here we go," I tell him walking him into his bedroom and pulling the covers back as he climbs into bed, arms crossed over his face and humming a song that I've never heard. The only light provided is from the moon and the city lights gleaming in through the windows. I smile at his unintentional behavior and take his shoes off before I leave his bedroom, heading for the door.

"Yukari," He says my name with such urgency and precision it sends a shiver down my sign. When I look over my shoulder, George is standing in the door with pink cheeks. "You aren't going to stay with me? I thought…Please stay with me," He asks with messy hair and a crestfallen face. "I-," He begins. "I lied last night. I lied. I lied because I'm not good enough for you, because I'm a self-centered, egotistical, and immature and I don't deserve you. I love you, Yukari. I never stopped loving you. I thought about you almost every day, I subscribed to your magazine just so I can see the clothes you model." George stumbles toward me and hugs me tight to his body. "I'm sorry Yukari, please don't leave me. Stay with me. Just tonight. After tonight I won't bother you." His body his trembling so uncharacteristically of him that I hug him back feeling tears spill onto my cheeks and my heart swell, feeling that if I don't hold onto him he'll vanish.

"Ok, I'll stay. Go to bed." I tell him and he nods, reluctantly letting me go as he walks back into the bed room and doesn't get into the bed until I follow him. I leave my keys on the nightstand and put my wallet on the nightstand next to his bed. He pulls the covers back for us and we submerge ourselves in our world just for one night. George faces me the way he always did when we slept together and he takes my hand in his and doesn't let go even after he falls into a well needed sleep. As I watch his contract, I let his hand go and snuggle my head onto his chest and wrap his arm around me. What am I going to do when Koki wakes up in the morning? I didn't even leave him a note. But right now, that doesn't matter.

George P.O.V.

The sun is shining proudly through my open curtains when I wake up, taunting me boldly. I swear if I was any kind of god I would do something about the sun being so bright. I cover my eyes with my left hand and look over at my right arm. Beautiful would be a horrible word to describe the scene I see when I see Yukari laying against my body, her hair in a ponytail and her lips parted slightly. I reach out to touch her and try not to wake her up when I run my thumb over her pale cheeks. What happened last night? I knew that attempting to drink my problems away wouldn't solve anything, but I wouldn't think I would black out. Our boss must have called her and asked her to pick me up. Why is she still here though? "Yukari," I whisper. How long has it been since I woke up to a woman in my bed that I actually wanted there?

I move closer to her, watching her chest rise and fall peacefully. I may never get a chance like this; I need to do this now. I move closer and down, our lips not too far apart. I know it's wrong, but my heart and body feel it's so right. I can feel her steady breathing on my face and just as I'm so close, I feel her looking at me. Busted.

"Good morning George," she says slowly, apparently puzzled as to why I'm so close to her, this isn't something I would normally do and she knows it. I clear my throat and move away from her slowly.

"Good morning Yukari, you must have taken care of me last night. How generous of you. But I think I'm going to be ok, so you should get back to your fiancé, I wouldn't want him to worry about you too much." I'm hearing the words come out of my mouth, but at this point, I just want her to stay with me. I know it's selfish, but love is such a selfish thing. She looks at me with a blank depression before I catch a glimpse of sadness before she pulls the covers back and steps out of bed.

"You're right, Kiko is probably worried about me," Yukari doesn't bother to look at me as she pulls her shoes on and redoes her ponytail. I want to reach out to her and bring her back to me, but I know this is for the best. As she stands and heads for the door, she stops and turns around, giving me a inquisitive look.

"George, last night, you said something to me. You told me you lied that day you drove me home. You told me you still loved me. Did you mean it?" With her arms crossed and eyes not looking away from me, I run my hand over my face. I look back at Yukari with eyes wanting nothing but the truth; I want to give to her, but is that being selfish? I sit up straight and look at her.

"Yes."

"Why did you lie to me George?" She demands.

"You knowing my feelings won't change anything. You're engaged Yukari, you're about to be married and maybe even have kids. You're happy and I didn't want to mess that up with my selfishness. It was better this way so my feelings wouldn't influence you in any way."

Yukari huffs loudly and unfolds her arms. "How dare you think just because you come back and tell me that you still love me is going to change anything! How self-centered can you be George? Did you even stop to think I'm mature enough to make my own decisions? Why didn't you include my own free will? I knew you were selfish George, but this is surprising even for you." She is furious and I can tell by way she is clenching her fist and cutting her eyes at me.

"Yukari, I-" She holds up her hand to protest and says, "Don't. Take some medicine because you'll most likely have a hangover," And with those last words and a look of disgust, she leaves my room, forgetting her wallet on my nightstand.