𖹭.ᐟ┆꒰ 🕯 ꒱—𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏°❀.ೃ࿔

╔══ஓ๑୨୧๑ஓ══╗ It's a calm and quiet morning. You and George were asleep in your bed. You wake up and open your eyes, looking around the room you share with George. His arms were around your waist, keeping you close to him as he slept. Your head rested against his chest as you gazed at him, your eyes still a little tired and sleepy; you loved watching him sleep... It was so sweet to see him sleeping so peacefully.

You kept watching him as he slept until he began to wake up and open his eyes. He realized you were looking at him with those loving eyes; the thing he loved most about you was that loving look you had every time you looked at him... "What's wrong, love?" he asked in a murmur; his voice still betrayed the sleepiness and tiredness he felt. ╚══ஓ๑୨୧๑ஓ══╝