Chapter 29. A New Suspicion

"You— you love me?" George muttered, tracing his thumb softly on her cheek. "I don't irritate you? You know, my scars, my face? You could have a better looking m—"

"I love you like that. With your scars and all of that. I still love you, George"

George still couldn't believe it. "But I'm not the kind of m—"

Rachel pulled his head down and pressed her lips to his. She did not need a better looking man, she just wanted him by her side. She didn't know how it happened, but she had fallen in love with him despite how much she didn't want to. She would face reality later, for now she wanted him. She desired him.

 Rachel moved her tongue, tracing it around the seams of his lips. She smiled when she heard him groan in response, he parted his lips and covered her lips with his mouth, kissing her back. 

His hand slid down her warm back and he reached for the zipper of her dress. Tugging it forcefully, he pulled