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"They remind me of-" he stopped abruptly. "I'm not sure how to explain it." He continued softly, unable to describe everything he was thinking and feeling. "That's okay," the blond reassured. "You don't need to." God, he's perfect. Dream's eyelids fell closed as he inhaled deeply and then let out a breath. George turned onto his side, staring at Dream once again. Staring at those soft lips, at his sun-kissed skin, and his cute nose that brought together his features, and even his- George stopped when he found himself inching closer. Eyes swept over his face once more, making sure not to miss the swoop of his nose or the arch of his eyebrows. "They remind me of you." He whispers. - Or, when George goes to Florida he doesn't know what to expect, but between late-night drives and stargazing a small romance starts to bud.
Written in the Stars
