George
George hardly felt like he deserved to be thanked - in fact, he felt a little guilty, like he had pushed her into something she wasn't ready for, and that possibility made him feel a little ill. But he kissed her back just as gently and returned her smile, banishing his own worries and fears for another time, when he was alone in the room he'd rented for the duration of his stay. A fierce protectiveness reared its head at her tentativeness, and he was suddenly overcome with the desire to whisk her way from all of her troubles, to hide her away where whatever had happened to her to cause such a reaction, to keep her where nothing bad could touch her.
But since he couldn't do that, he pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms for a moment under the warm stream of water from the shower. "You could never ruin my day," he murmured. Well, that wasn't entirely true, he supposed. She could break things off. That might have a negative impact. Still, that wasn't helpful when it came to cheering her up, and he released her with an eager smile. "And what, may I ask, does the rest of our day look like? Or is it a surprise?"
But since he couldn't do that, he pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms for a moment under the warm stream of water from the shower. "You could never ruin my day," he murmured. Well, that wasn't entirely true, he supposed. She could break things off. That might have a negative impact. Still, that wasn't helpful when it came to cheering her up, and he released her with an eager smile. "And what, may I ask, does the rest of our day look like? Or is it a surprise?"
