EPOV –

George and I snuck outside the back door quickly after dinner. He held my hand as he guided me through the garden and into the forest to a clearing – not that I needed him to show me the way. We had come here every day of Christmas break.

George and I lay down next to each other, right near a pond, where the stars reflected off of the glassy surface. We tossed our favorite pink blanket over us and his fingers laced between mine. I listened to his breathing, and it reminded me of the day, less than two weeks ago, when he finally told me how he felt about me. Since that moment, we rarely stopped touching. I was constantly grabbing his hand, and his arms were always snaked around my hips, or his fingers were playing with my hair. I didn't want to lose a second of being with him.

I turned my face to look at him and smiled, realizing how lucky I was. He looked back at me with a grin. "What're you smiling about?"

"You, and how cute you are," I replied in a sing-song voice.

"Cute? Why not handsome? Breathtaking? Masculine? Sexy. That fits me. You should have gone with a more manly adjective."

"But I'm not entirely sure you are manly, George," I said, smirking.

With a growl, he threw the blankets off and positioned himself over me on his hands and knees, his hips pressed against mine. I was effectively pinned down. He roughly kissed me, his tongue immediately finding its way into my mouth. He planted kisses from the corner of my lips down the side of my face until he reached my neck. He kissed around, searching for that sweet spot. He quickly found it and began his assault, sucking and nibbling until I could barely contain myself. He pulled my hands up over my head and held them in place as he viciously went at my neck again. I whimpered and pushed my hips up to meet his, wanting more contact. I broke a hand free of his grasp, and my fingers found the bottom of his shirt. I pulled it up over his head and rolled myself on top of him, marveling in his beautiful, fair skin..

But don't get me wrong. It never went too far. We agreed we wanted it to be special when it finally happened. So we had our limits, and we never passed them. And making out wasn't all we did, either.

Mostly, we talked. We told each other about our pasts and our futures, and gossiped who to hook Fred up with (I said Angelina, but he said that would be too awkward), and pretty much anything else we could think of. I was happy just to be near him. If this was how the rest of school was going to go, then I was excited.