Not that George was the submissive type, but he didn't feel the need to be overwhelmingly dominant like some blokes did.

He was far more concerned with how a girl felt than with himself.

He'd earned a bit of a reputation for it, really. Sweet with girls. Charming. The sort of person who could have someone laughing one minute and blushing the next. His twin was somewhat the opposite—more inclined to take charge simply because he enjoyed it.

Surely you'd learn more of that once you started dating him.

Whenever the two of you grew intimate, George rarely fussed over being in control. More often than not, he'd let you take the lead. It was what you wanted that mattered to him. What you wanted to do, where you wanted to go, what you felt comfortable with—it never seemed to bother him much.

Even now, in this very moment, you could admit you'd been staring.

Not for that long.

Well—

Alright, perhaps you had been staring.

The warm glow of the dorm room fire danced across George's face as he lounged comfortably nearby, long limbs stretched out without a care in the world. Outside, the castle windows reflected the darkness of the Scottish night, whilst shadows flickered lazily against the stone walls.

He'd definitely noticed.

"Is there something you need?" he asked casually, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

You didn't answer straight away.

Mainly because there wasn't exactly an easy way to explain that you'd suddenly found yourself wanting to...

Well.

You know.

George's grin widened immediately, as though your silence had told him everything he needed to know.

"Whatever you want. It's up to you, y'know that, right?" George continued.

His eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Use and abuse me."

He grinned.