“George, please let go.”

You shift under his grip, frowning in a last-attempt to focus on your schoolwork on the desk in front of you.

No matter how much you squirmed, he would pull you even closer to him. Enveloping you in his bear hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Come get in bed.” He whispers against your skin, his nose grazing the shape of your jaw. “I’ll hold you. You can study tomorrow.”

God, how could you not love him?