Chapter 48
GEORGIA'S POV
The discovery that my heart was hammering against my ribs was so jarring that I reflexively pressed my hand to my chest. Why was it racing like this?
Just because he's handsome? Georgia, snap out of it! Wake him up! You can't just stand here looming over him. What if he opens his eyes right now and catches you staring at him like a total creep? How would you even explain that?
I tried to shake off the strange, magnetic pull he had over me, but my eyes wouldn't cooperate. In that white sweatshirt, he looked unfairly soft and approachable, and I had this irrational, burning urge to reach out and brush the hair away from his eyes.
How could one person be that attractive? My gaze drifted to his lips, and I realized with a sink of my stomach that my desire to kiss him the other night hadn't just been the apple cider talking.
