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Here is the second chapter I am still not sure if I will keep going but I do really like this story.

The next morning I awoke to something nuzzling my neck, I smiled at the feel before opening my eyes. I looked down to find a head of red hair tickling my chin, I felt my eyes widen a little and then settle back to normal. One of my arms was still wrapped around his shoulders with my hand at the nape of his neck. Everything from the day before came flooding back to me. I moved slightly only to find that I was stuck from the hold he had on my waist. There wasn't a way for me to get out, even my legs were stuck in the tangle of his own.

I gave a soft laugh at the realization and pulled my hand up higher into his hair. I kneaded my fingers through his locks trying to wake him carefully. He nuzzled into my neck again and tightened his hold on me. Okay that had the opposite effect.

I leaned my head down to him and whispered. "George? George? It's time to get up." He pulled me in again and hid his face farther into my neck. "Mnmm...too early." His voice was low and threaded with sleep. "Alright how about you let me go and you can stay in bed as long as you want?" I didn't notice that I was still threading my fingers though his hair until I pulled my hand away to grab hold of the arm that was wrapped around me.

"No. Sleep."

"Alright how about I go downstairs and make us some breakfast? I'll bring it up if you want." He pulled his head up and looked at me with a slight pout, his eyes still sad enough to make me want to cry. I lifted a brow at him and gave a knowing look."Are you going to tell me that you aren't hungry now?" He gave me a sheepish look before shaking his head. "Do you want to let me go then?" He shook his head again and I gave a small laugh. "George. If you want food you have to let go."

His arms loosened slightly before he spoke again. "Fine." I pulled his arm up so that I could get out of his grasp and untangled my legs from his before leaning over to get out of the bed. I didn't get very far when I felt his hand on my wrist and turned back around. He was sitting up and looking at my hand before looking up to my face. I looked down at him and saw the nervousness cross his features.

"What is it George?" He looked back down and then up again, locking eyes with me.

"Th-Thank you, for last night." I placed a hand on his cheek and leaned down placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Don't mention it. Kay?" He nodded his head and the corner of his mouth tilted up ever so slightly and then let go of my wrist. I turned around and went towards the door and turned back to look at him. He was standing now, his hair was a mess and his dress shirt had the top buttons undone and was untucked from his pants. My hand was already on the door and he was watching me, waiting for me to leave. I gave him a little smile before I spoke.

"George?" He nodded his head to me. "I wanted to say thank you too. I needed you last night just as much as I think you needed me."

"Don't mention it right?" He had the tiniest of grins I had ever seen, but it warmed me none the less. I dropped my hand from the door before walking back over to him. My eyes came to his shoulders and I looked up at him looking down at me. He was giving me an odd look, and I noted the curiosity in his eyes. I threw my arms around his neck and leaned into his body hugging him tightly. I felt him pull his arms up before he had them around my waist and pull me closer.

I moved my arms down slightly leaving my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled one of them to his shoulder and pulled my head back from his chest. When I pulled back he lifted his head from the curls on my shoulder and looked down at me. "I'll be back in a little bit okay?"

He nodded his head slowly.

I pulled my hand from his shoulder and the other from his neck. I pulled away from him slowly with his hands dragging on the sides of my waist and walked over to the door. I unlocked the door and walked out of the room and went towards the stairs. I felt my shoulders fall the farther I went. I wanted to be completely open about what was going on but, I don't want to be babied by everyone.

Really? Again? Why is it every time I am going down these stairs are they talking about me?

"Have any of you seen Hermione? I have been looking for her all morning. She didn't come and stay in my room like she normally does."

"I'm right here Ginny." She whipped her head around and gave me a shocked expression.

"Oh, where have you been?"

"What do you mean? I've been here the whole time." She shook her head at my reply as I landed on the last stair.

"Where were you during the night? You never came to bed." I was stuck in my place. I didn't know what to say, I couldn't actually tell them that I spent the night in George's bed. Not to mention that we were practically on top of each other. That would not go over well.

"Why does it matter?" I looked down and found my thumbs twirling around themselves repeatedly. She backed up a bit from what I said. Harry shot up from beside her on the couch.

"Hermione we were worried that you left again! Why can't you just tell us where you were?" Great Harry was getting angry now. I mean it's not like I left or anything! Why is it so important it, isn't like they were very welcome yesterday when I came back. And why didn't I change my clothes before I came down here?!

"I didn't leave and I'm not planning on leaving without telling any of you. So don't worry about me. Okay?" Harry gave me an strange look that I couldn't place. I looked over at Ginny who was giving me the same look. Apparently they were spending too much time together.

"Hermione." Ginny walked over to me and placed her hands on my arms. "Please we really are just concerned. When you didn't come to bed I was thinking the worst." I knew she was being honest, but I didn't want to tell her. I couldn't tell her. Not to mention Ron, only a week before I left we had finally gotten together but now, well I didn't know where we stood.

"Well I'm fine. I'm just fine. And I didn't even leave the house." I tried to smile but I could feel my muscles reject the attempt. I pulled away from her and walked passed them to the kitchen. I could smell the breakfast that Mrs. Weasley was making, I breathed in the smell deeply once I made it through the door. Mrs. Weasley was standing over the stove with a pan in hand. I walked over to her and hugged her from behind and placed my chin on her shoulder. She turned her head to me slightly before giving me a smile.

"Good morning dear. Where have you been?"

"Mhn? Oh, I just woke up." I patted her other shoulder with my hand before going to the cupboard and pulling out two plates and summoned the serving tray from last night. I put it all on the table and turned back around to where Mrs. Weasley was.

"I was hungry and I thought that I would bring something up for George." She turned around to me with a smile on her lips.

"Oh, well alright let me just put a plate together. I don't know if he will eat but it's worth a try." She looked back to the food she was cooking before she spoke again. "Did he eat last night? He rarely does."

"Yes, he ate everything I brought." She turned around quickly with a look of amazement and confusion one her face.

"He ate everything?" Her voice was low and cracked.

I looked at her confused. "Well yes, he did Mrs. Weasley." I saw a tear fall down her cheek. "Mrs. Weasley are you okay?"

"Oh, yes dear. I'm fine. Here hand me those plates I'll fill them up and you can go on up and bring him his plate." I nodded my head as I handed them to her. She filled them silently before handing them back to me. She looked up at me and patted my cheek with a hand.

"Take care of my Georgie for me?" I looked into her eyes and I didn't know what to say. "He won't let me but maybe he will let you." She smiled at me again before turning back around and walking back over to the stove.

"I'll do all that I can." I picked up the tray and went back into the living room letting my shoulders drop. Ron was waiting for me on his own, he was standing at the bottom of the stairs his arms across his chest.

"Hermione where are you going?" I looked up at him, his eyes were hard and glassy.

"You seem to think you know, so why don't you tell me?" I leaned against the wall nearest to me trying to show no emotion. I observed his face as his nostrils flared out and he took a deep breath.

"You want to know where I think you're going?" I gave a small nod of my head to him. "Alright then I think you are going up to shag George. Isn't that what you were doing last night?" He was glaring at me with a gruesome scowl marring his lips. I was enraged just by looking at him. I knew what he thought before he said it, but when he did I couldn't look at him the same.

"Think what you want Ron. I'm done fighting. I don't have the energy." I pushed myself off the wall with my foot. "Now if you don't mind I'd like to go upstairs." He looked down at me cruelly before leaning to one side granting me passage.

He grabbed my arm before I finished passing him. "You aren't even worth the trouble." With that he let go of my arm and walked off, leaving me on the staircase. I looked down at my bare feet before walking the rest of the way up the stairs. The farther I went the more those words hurt. Every step I took was like another stab to my heart and tear-ducts.

Don't cry Hermione. Don't you dare let him make you cry. You did nothing wrong. Nothing.

I was standing in front of George's room trying to keep myself together. I don't know how long I stood there but it didn't matter, I was a wreck. I just had to be sure not to show it. I pushed open the door and walked in. George wasn't in the room. I put the tray down and transfigured it into a table again and put it next to his bed.

I sat down on the bed and grabbed one of the pillows and pulled it close to me. I pulled my legs up underneath me and planted my face into the pillow. I didn't realize I was crying till I moved my face and felt the dampness of the pillow. I sunk my face farther into the pillow letting go of everything. I couldn't hear anything over my own cries but I didn't care.

I was there by myself for a while when I felt the mattress move down next to me. I couldn't bother to look up, I didn't want anyone to see me like this and I didn't want to know who had. I heard a muffled "silencio" before a set of arms wrapped around me. I was being pulled into someones chest and there was a hand combing through my hair.

I felt the pillow being slowly taken from my grasp and I whipped my head up. My grasp on the pillow loosened when my arms fell limp. I looked back down quickly trying to avert my eyes away from the crystalized blue ones above me. I put my hands on his chest and tried to push myself away from him and kept my head down.

"I'm fine George." I could hear the creek in my voice as I tried to keep back the sniffling that wanted to come out of me. I felt his hand come to my cheek and pull my face back up.

"No you aren't." His thumb ran across the bottom of my eye and I closed them from the feel. I looked up at him again before shaking my head. "Hermione. Please. Be honest with me." I could tell that I had hurt him but I just didn't want to admit that I wasn't okay. I looked back at him and his eyes were showing the hurt that was going through them. I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head.

"I-I'm not okay." I threw my face into his chest and let everything I was holding in out. He pulled me onto his lap and rubbed my back with the other hand running through my hair. I didn't expect this to happen. I was up here to help George. His mum asked me to take care of him. This wasn't taking care of him, this was the exact opposite. He was comforting me even though it was supposed to be the other way around. But the way his hand circled on my back was so comforting and I didn't wan't to leave the spot on his lap. But this wasn't right! I told Mrs. Weasley I would take care of him.

Stop crying. Stop crying you silly girl! Pull away from him. Do it! Just put your hands on his chest and push! Do it! DO IT!

I had made up my mind and placed my hands on his chest ready to push myself away from him.

"Don't." His voice cracked and quivered from the one word. I turned my head and put my forehead in the center of his chest, I took in a deep breath before tilting my head up. He removed his hand from my back, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulled me up. He had pulled me up so that my forehead was against his own and the tips of our noses were touching. The hand that was tangled in my hair came to my face wiping the tears from my face. I placed my gaze on his own and saw the tears that were coming out of his eyes.

"George, you're crying." I pulled a hand away from his chest and cupped his right cheek. I felt the movement in the muscles on his cheek when he gave me a small grin. I traced a finger on the turned up crook of his lips. "Why?"

"It's okay to cry remember?" I nodded my head carefully not to hit our foreheads. The hand I had on his cheek had moved down to the back of his neck. The ends of his hair tickled my fingers, making me want to run my hands through his locks. I turned my head and looked down to the hand I had on his neck.

"I know, I just don't want you to see me cry." I heard my own voice shake when I felt his nose move across my cheek into my hair. I moved my arm down and took hold of his shoulder while placing my chin on it.

"I know that you were crying last night." I pulled back quickly and looked at him.

"What? How do you..." He tucked some of my hair behind my ear and pulled my head back to his shoulder.

"I woke up at some point and I felt you shivering. I thought you were cold but then, I heard you sniffling." I felt betrayed for some reason. I didn't want him to know that I had broken down after he fell asleep.

"I don't need you taking care of me George." It was harsh and I knew it came out that way but, I didn't want to rely on anyone, every time I did I was let down. His hold on me loosened and he pulled back from me with a look of nothing but hurt on his face. "George I-I didn't mean it like that."

He looked away from me while taking hold of the arm I had around him and put it to my side. His face held no emotion again and I didn't know what to do. He pulled his hand up to his face quickly and before he had wiped it away I saw the tear that escaped his eye. I grabbed hold of his hand and cupped it in both of mine and brought it to my chest. He turned his head slowly till he was looking down at me.

"Listen George, I-I..." I took one of my hands away from the grip I had on his and placed it on his cheek. His eyes were glassy and were still showing the hurt in them. "I know that it's a lot for me to ask for you to be open about what is going on and that it's harder because I am resistant myself. I am okay with telling you what happened but I just don't want you to know how much it broke me. If you did then...then how could you come to me when you need someone. Why would you come to me when you see how hurt I am? You wouldn't would you?" I closed my eyes no longer able to look at him from the shame. I was broken and I was openly telling him, I knew that he wouldn't be able to confide in me anymore. He would look at me as though I was too weak and fragile to handle it.

I felt a finger underneath my chin making me lift my eyes back up to him. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were raw. "You are not broken. The reason why what happened last night happened was because of what you told me. I knew that you would understand and I could trust you. I want you to be able to come to me like I can go to you."

I diverted my eyes again before looking back up at him. "Why are you so worried about me?"

"Because I need you and you need me, you just don't realize it yet." The hand I had on his cheek moved down to his neck and I ran my fingers through the longer locks of his hair. His eyes softened as he looked down at me. I felt my lips quiver and my grip on his hand tighten. I lifted myself off of his lap and moved over to sit next to him.

"Breakfast?" I summoned the table over to us and began eating the pancakes from my plate. I felt his eyes on me but I refused to look back at him. I soon felt his eyes leave me and looked over to see him eating from his plate. We ate in silence till we finished and then I sent the plates back down to the kitchen sink with a wave of my wand. I stood up and moved the table away from us.

"I'm going to take a shower and then I am going to Ginny's room and get my things." He grabbed hold of my arm and turned me around. My eyes came to his that had fear swimming underneath the haze of anger.

"Don't tell me you're leaving. Don't." I pulled him into a tight hug putting my arms around his neck.

"I stand by what I said last night. I'm not going anywhere." I felt him nod his head on my shoulder and pulled away. "I'll be right back."

"Why are you going to get your things then?" His voice was hesitant and quiet.

"Well I don't really like sleeping in jeans. So I thought that I would move my things from her room to yours." His eyes widened slightly and his jaw hung open slightly.

"Hermione, are you crazy? What do you think they are going to think? Harry? Ginny? Ron?"

"It doesn't matter. They can think what they want. Ron already thinks we shagged last night. He doesn't really care about me. He didn't even bother to try to find out if I was okay. I'd rather stay in here with you then be with any of them. Ginny is better than them but I just can't stay in the same room as her right now." I was being honest and it felt great. I didn't want to be anywhere near those three right now and I wasn't going to make myself. I knew that if I stayed in Ginny's room that they would be coming in and out all the time.

"You're sure?" I could tell he was nervous but I just looked at him with a look that I hoped said 'you're kidding right?' He nodded his head quickly with his eyes wide again. I gave a soft laugh and turned to the door and went to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror after I closed the door and saw just how red and puffy my eyes were. I looked like a wreck and my hair wasn't much better. I turned the shower on and got in. The hot water cascaded down my shoulders, seeping into my skin soothing my muscles. I ran my fingers through my hair before scrubbing shampoo into it. I finished washing myself off and got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around myself before walking out and going to Ginny's room.

I knocked on the door before walking in. Her room was empty so I hurried and got dressed. I threw on a periwinkle knee length dress. The top was simple, no frills it was just a scoop neck. The bottom was my favorite part of it, it was light and flowing, if I made a slight turn it moved with me. I charmed my hair dry and pulled it back into a side ponytail that hung next to my neck.

I went to the dresser that held some of my things and put all of them into my trunk before sending it to George's room. The only things that were left in the room were my books and I decided that they could stay there for now.

"Where are you going?" I turned around and found Ginny standing in the doorway with a pained look on her face.

"Don't worry Ginny I'm not going anywhere." My voice was emotionless and her eyes hardened.

"Then where are all of your things? Where's your trunk?"

"I moved them."

"I can see that but where?" She walked through the door and came to stand in front of me. She was glaring at me now and her lips were in a thin line.

"George's room." Her eyes widened drastically and her mouth was opened in shock.

"So it's true then?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What Ron said. You really are hooking up with my brother." I looked at her astounded. I couldn't believe that she was siding with him. She didn't even ask!

"You know what, you can think what you want Ginny. Just like your pigheaded brother." I walked around her and left the room quickly and went back to George's room. I opened the door and slammed it closed, leaning my back against it.

I heard a sharp intake of breath to my left and I looked over to find George in only his boxers.

"Oh Merlin! George I'm sorry!" I turned around quickly and planted my face to the door. "I should have knocked." My voice was a bit muffled but I was too embarrassed to turn around.

"You can turn around." I turned around slowly, my eyes downcast to the floor. I slowly looked back up he was dressed now, wearing a pair of jeans and had thrown on a green shirt. Once I looked up to his face he had a lifted brow and was looking at me oddly. He tilted his head to the side before opening his mouth to speak. "So where are the books?" The right corner of his mouth tilted up slightly.

"I left them in Ginny's room. Ron told Ginny about what I told you earlier, you know his idea that we shagged last night. And well she believes him because I moved my things to your room. I didn't exactly tell Ron otherwise though, I mean I'm just so tired of fighting and I didn't want to deal with it. Then Ginny came into her room when I was moving my things and she thought I was leaving but I told her I wasn't. I told her I was moving everything here and then she said 'it's true then'. I didn't know what she was talking about and then she clarified." I walked passed him to the bed and sat down. "She said that what Ron told her was true, that you and I were hooking up. She didn't even ask!"

I had my face in my hands and my elbows on my knees. "George I'm sorry I should have told them that's not what's going on. I just didn't want to deal with them." His hands wrapped around my wrists pulling my own hands away from my face. His knees were on the floor and he kept hold of my wrists.

"Don't be sorry. You've done more for me in one night than they have since...since well you know. They can think what they want." I nodded my head before pulling myself up from the bed and pulling him up with me.

"George will you go downstairs with me? I'm sure your mum would like to see you." He shook his head quickly before backing away from me. His face contorted back into one of pain and sorrow.

"I can't." His voice was barely above a whisper and his shoulders were sagging as he backed away. I walked to him with every step away he took till I was able to take hold of his hands.

"Okay it's fine, you don't have to." My voice was desperate. I didn't want him to close up again. He turned his face away from me and looked over at Fred's old bed.

"Mum won't even look at me." He looked back down at the ground his hair putting a shadow over his eyes. "All she sees is Fred." I came closer to him and he placed his nose against my forehead. I lifted my head up and looked into his eyes. I could see the tears straining to escape from his eyes. I pulled a hand away from his and held onto the side of his neck to keep his attention.

"You are not your brother. She is hurting just like you are. You shouldn't let it stop you from living in your own house. You know that right?"

He let a tear fall before he spoke again. "I can't look in a mirror Hermione. It hurts too much." His voice cracked as he spoke.

"Come with me." I grabbed hold of both his hands and pulled him towards the door. He shook his head and fear was capturing his eyes. "There's something I want to show you. Please?"

I continued pulling him to the door and he slowly followed me. I could tell he wasn't sure about going with me but this was something he had to see. I let go of one hand and opened the door, I pulled him out the door and through the hall. We walked side by side till we reached the bathroom. I pulled him though the door and stood him in front of the mirror. He kept his head down and looked into the sink. I summoned a picture of Fred I took a with an old muggle camera and held it to my chest.

I stood next to George with the picture to my chest. "George look at me." He turned his head slowly till he was facing me. "Tell me when you were with Fred I am sure there were things you found different about yourself. Honestly the two of you look nothing alike." He looked down at me not speaking. I gave him a small smile. I brought my hand up to the top of his head. "First of all you were always a little taller than him." I moved my hand down to the corner of an eye. "His eyes were a little larger than yours but only just." My hand had begun to tremble slightly when I moved it down to his nose. "Your nose has a slight bump right here and it tilts down slightly, Fred's tilted up." I pulled my hand along his jawline slowly. "Fred's jaw was more angular but just barely, and..." My hand trembled as I brought my index finger up to his lips. "your lips have always been the easiest to tell the two of you apart. Yours are a little fuller but the top lip has a dip in the center, kind of like the top of a heart." I looked back up to his eyes and moved my hand to the back of his neck.

"You are George. You are no one else." He nodded his head slowly with a small smile coming to his lips. I looked down and pulled the picture of Fred away from my chest and tucked it into the corner of the mirror. I put my hands on his shoulders and turned him to the mirror. I stood next to him and looked in the mirror and saw that he was looking down again. I placed my hand under his chin and lifted his head up. "Look in the mirror and find yourself. There is no way to confuse you with him. He won't be forgotten but you can't let yourself be lost in the process of remembering him." I leaned up on my toes and kissed his cheek. "You see right there." I pointed to the mirror at us and placed my hand on his chest. "Don't forget the man there." I pulled away and walked around him and out of the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and walked back to his room taking deep breaths.

I walked through the door and sat on his bed before summoning a book from Ginny's room. I knew just the one I wanted to read. I had been putting it off for a long time even though I bought it years ago and left it on the bookshelf. The book appeared before me and hung in the air. Jane Austen's Emma. I grabbed it from the air and right when I opened it so did the door. I looked up and saw George standing in the doorway. I closed the book and put it on the side table and sat up. He walked up to me and sat down. He looked over at the book and picked it up. He pulled his legs up and laid them down next to mine. He leaned his back against the wall and put the book back down.

I sat up and scooted up to the wall and leaned on it next to him. "How do you do it?"

I looked over to him, my head leaning against the wall. "Do what?"

He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek. "Always know what to say to make me feel better."

I took hold of the hand on my cheek and pulled it down. "I don't know. I just do." He tightened the hold on my hand before letting go and leaning over. He grabbed hold of the book on the night stand and handed it to me.

"I've never read this." I smiled at him before taking it out of his hand.

"I'm not surprised it's a muggle book." I leaned back again and opened it. The arm that was next to me came up and wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me to his side. I leaned into him and turned to the first page.

"Will you read it to me?" His voice was quiet and right next to my ear. I felt the breath that came from his mouth fan across my ear and cheek when he spoke. I nodded my head slowly trying to catch my breath.

"Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her..."

We spent most of the day like that. We stayed in his room and I read while cuddled to his side. We only stopped for meals when they suddenly appeared in the middle of the room on a tray. I assumed Mrs. Weasley was sending them and I was grateful because I didn't want to face anyone just yet.

Before I knew it, it was time for dinner. I put leaned over him and placed the book on the side table. I put my hand against his chest to push myself up into a sitting position. Once I was sitting his hand came up to my own and pulled it up to his face. I looked at him with curiosity not knowing what was about to happen. The open side of my palm connected with his mouth, he placed a kiss right in the center while keeping eye contact with me. His other hand came up to the side of my face and he pulled my hand back down to his chest.

"Thank you." I tilted my head, I didn't know why he was saying thank you. There was nothing to thank me for. "You reminded me that I am my own person and that I shouldn't be ashamed of it."

I saw the nervousness in his eyes and it seemed like he was putting up a shield. I pulled the hand he had on my cheek down and held it to my chest. I moved the hand on his chest up to his neck and pulled him towards me. "Hermione what are you-"

"George shut up." He stopped talking and I leaned in placing my lips on his. I pulled back when he didn't respond and I was mortified. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that." I pulled away quickly and got off the bed. I turned away from him and felt his hand wrap around my wrist. I turned back around slowly to find him standing behind me.

He moved his hand down my wrist and took hold of my hand. I kept my gaze on his chest when his other hand came up to my cheek. He rubbed my cheek bone with his thumb and I slowly looked up at him. I knew that I was red from the embarrassment and his thumb wasn't helping me. His eyes were clear and bluer then they had been since Fred died. He leaned down to me and leaned his forehead against my own. "Don't apologize"

I shook my head slightly before he pulled his other hand out of mine and placed it on my other cheek. He pulled my face back to his own and kissed me deeply. My body responded immediately and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. We pulled away from one another slowly and I felt myself tremble. He placed his hands on the sides of my waist. I tried to catch my breath and when I tried to speak I could only get out one word. "Dinner?"

He nodded his head slowly with his brows furrowed. I pulled away and transfigured the tray again and placed it in front of the bed before sitting down. He sat next to me and we ate in silence. I was confused, I couldn't think of anything to say. I didn't know what to say. How was I supposed to go about talking to him about us kissing? I never thought we would be kissing.

I finished eating and put my fork back onto the plate. I looked over at George and found that he was staring at the plate in front of him. His hands were in his lap and he didn't move. My right arm twitched before I reached over and took hold of his left hand. He looked back at me with his brows still furrowed.

He opened his mouth and whispered to me. "I don't regret it."

"Are you sure?" My voice was week and quiet. He pulled his other hand up and placed it on my cheek. He leaned close and kissed me softly. He pulled away just far enough that are noses were touching. "I'm sure." I flashed my eyes up to his before pulling him back to me and kissing him again.

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