George could see that Angelina was still crying, silently, and he longed to reach out and wipe away her tears but there was something stopping him from doing it. She looked so beautiful standing there in front of him and he couldn’t understand why he’d never seen it before. Sure, he’d noticed that she was a pretty girl - any guy who denied it was probably lying - but she’d always just been Angelina. It was strange that he was just noticing it now, but he supposed that it was because she was the person he felt closest to right now.
George shivered ever so slightly when Angelina’s hands slid down and rest on his lower back. It was an involuntary action and he hoped that she hadn’t noticed because really, he should not be reacting that way to something as simple as a little touch. Then she pressed her lips against his, and he closed his eyes and held his breath. It only lasted a matter of seconds but in that time he felt alive. George knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to care because it felt right. He wasn’t sure what had prompted it, and he really didn’t care.
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered in reply to her apology. George really hoped that she didn’t regret what had just happened. He couldn’t bear it if Angelina got all embarrassed and avoided him or something silly that he’d noticed most girls did, but then again Angelina wasn’t like most girls he knew.