He was extremely gentle.
George pressed her uninjured arm onto the bed, intertwining his fingers with hers forcefully. He reminded himself not to worry too much. Right now, she was Isabelle, and her soul would stay in this body.
This kiss lasted longer than the ones they shared when she returned from Melfrey, in the boxing room, or the two times in the car before she went to Aviara.
George had always been proud of his ability to understand and learn quickly in various fields. He was always able to summarize his experiences and rapidly grasp the essence in just one try. He applied his full talent to Isabelle, making sure she knew.
After a while, he reluctantly let her go, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he looked at her flushed cheeks and slightly dazed eyes. Satisfied, he gave her swollen, red lips another kiss.
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