George couldn’t move. He could feel Angelina’s eyes on his body, moving up and down, and then her hand which made it’s way to his cheek. He barely had time to realise what she had said before she pressed her lips against his, and by then it didn’t matter what she had said right before because all his thoughts disappeared and all he could do was lose himself in the moment. It felt good. It felt right. He had no way of knowing how long this would last so he decided that he should enjoy this while he still could. He moved his hands from where they were, one finding itself tangled in her hair and the other resting on her back. He’d missed this too, more than he’d allowed himself to believe.