You had been with George for almost five years now—five years of laughter, late-night talks, chaotic adventures, and quiet, tender moments that stitched your lives together. Your relationship was far from a secret. If anything, George seemed to revel in the world knowing you were his. He never missed a chance to brag about you, whether it was a casual Instagram story or a full-on vlog appearance. He'd proudly introduce you to anyone who didn’t already know you, and even those who did were often met with a grin and a “Have you met my girlfriend?” like it was still brand new.

You had become something of a fixture in his content over time. It started small—your voice off-camera, a quick cameo here or there—but eventually, fans began to recognize you, expect you. Some even joked that you were the unofficial extra member of the friend group, especially with how naturally you fit in with the others.

Which is exactly how you ended up here, in this moment.

Seated comfortably in George’s lap, your back lightly resting against his chest, you tried to stay focused as you explained to the camera what the guys were going to be doing in the upcoming video. It was supposed to be a light-hearted, chaotic challenge—typical of their usual antics. But your voice wavered just slightly when you felt George’s hand begin to wander. His fingers were drawing lazy, feather-light patterns along your thigh, just enough to make it difficult to concentrate, but not quite enough to make you want to tell him to stop.

You cast him a sidelong glance, half playful, half warning, but he just smirked, his other hand wrapping more securely around your waist. You could feel the faint rumble of his laughter in his chest as he leaned in to whisper something teasingly in your ear, just out of reach of the mic. The camera kept rolling, the others chatting and laughing in the background, oblivious—or perhaps deliberately ignoring—the intimacy unfolding quietly at the center of it all.