“Night Ang. See you in the morning.” George smiled. He couldn’t remember the last time he went to bed this happy, or this content. It was a welcome change. When Angelina grabbed his hand, his stomach began to turn somersaults and he could feel himself blushing again. He was glad that the room was now dark so she couldn’t see. He really had no clue what was going on inside him and hoped that it would all be sorted soon before it got too out of hand.
He curled up under the blankets to get comfortable and he soon felt his eyelids growing heavy as his head rested on the squishy pillows, and he couldn’t help but smile. Tonight had been a good night.