Bianca was done waiting for George to make the first move. She knew he wanted her. It was clear in the way he looked at her, how he watched her, and the huskiness of his voice. 

She knew he thought she was on the rebound. Maybe she still was, but Bianca didn’t think so. It had been over with Adam for a while, long before either of them said the words. 

And Bianca was ready to feel something again. Even if she wasn’t ready to define that something. 

The first brush of her lips on his brought to life parts of Bianca she worried were dormant. She would never admit the twinge she felt in her heart, but she couldn’t deny it. 

Nor could she deny the goosebumps that covered her when George’s hand cupped her cheek and tilted her head right before his tongue requested entry. 

Her lips parted for him on a sigh. Their tongues brushed together, tentatively at first. It didn’t take long for the tension to ease from George’s shoulders and for him to take over the kiss. 

Bianca loved the feel of his arms around her, his lips pressed against hers. She lost herself in that moment, forgetting everything except George. 

And it felt wonderful.