George wasn’t sure what possessed him to go after her, but he felt like he had to. 

He was lying on the couch, trying to sleep. All he could think about was Bianca and the way she looked at him before he ran off. Then, like he’d conjured her from the moonlight, she appeared. 

At first he thought she was there to see him, but when she snuck out the back, he had to know where she was going. 

She was studying him as he stood next to her, holding onto the chains of the empty swing beside her. He was trying to read her expression, and wasn’t sure he liked what he saw. 

“Why now? A few hours ago you ran from me so fast I thought you were going to trip over your own feet,” Bianca sniped. 

George sighed and dropped the chains, letting the swing fly free. “You’re right. I heard about your ex and I ran. I’m not usually a relationship kind of guy. The way I was thinking about you… I just felt like an ass for what I was thinking after Steven told me to back off and I realized why.” 

Bianca looked up at him from under her lashes. She smiled shyly and asked, “What were you thinking about me?”