GeorgiaMy fingers twitched at my side as I watched Wilson examine every inch of my house. As much as I loved watching his expressions of awe, I felt nervous. The initial high of having someone over had worn off and I felt antsy. It'd been a long time since I'd let someone over. Even longer since I had a guy over. I didn't know why I was so nervous. He seemed perfectly at ease. Shouldn't he be the one feeling anxious? Especially after the incident with my sister's room? I'd left the door unlocked so it was really my fault, but my rash actions didn't seem to have bothered him at all.The man in question pressed his face against the glass wall that overlooked the lake and I wanted to tell him not to smudge it but managed to keep my mouth shut. He moved into the kitchen, trailing a hand across the marble countertops and stopping by the spice rack to inspect the contents.I stayed rooted to the spot, unsure whether to go after him or not. It kind of annoyed me that I felt uncomfortable i

WilsonGeorgia was staring at me. I tried really hard not to notice, but it was pretty much impossible. Her eyes followed me everywhere I went. She was so busy watching me that she almost caught the meatballs she was making on fire (her idea of a great dinner was spaghetti and meatballs made from scratch).That aside, her constant gaze was making me unconmfortable. Even while we were eating dinner she was staring and she missed her mouth at least five times, leaving a trail of tomato sauce down her chin, which she didn't wipe away in time, so it left a stain on her pale skin.I ate with my head down, so I didn't have to make eye contact with her. Why was she acting so weird? Was it because I told her about my family? If I'd known she was going to react like this, I wouldn't have mentioned it.Her change in demeanor and attitude was so drastic and sudden it creeped me out. Did she really feel that badly for treating me the way she had been? I appreciated it, but maybe she was taking it

Wilson's POVI stumbled my way into my bedroom and almost gasped. My bed was torn to shreds; my pillows were in pieces. My closet was practically empty. "Who steals shitty clothes?" I yelled into the destroyed room, kicking at one of the pillows strewn on the ground.I couldn't believe it. I should've known those hobos were up to something. I shouldn't have let them stay as long as I had. I should've done something about them in the very beginning. This was what I got for my kindness? Georgia appeared in my bedroom doorway, frowning deeply. "The police are on their way. You should take some pictures.""I get it," I muttered."Excuse me?""I totally get homeless people wanting things," I ground out, "but did they have to steal from someone who barely has anything? I mean come on! Just ask for some hand-me-downs! Don't wreck my entire place! What the hell. What the hell?" I ran my hands through my hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. I was so dumb. I should've foreseen this."You sho

Georgia's POVRain pattered against the wall window in my living room and I tried hard to focus on it and not the young man who was currently soaking in the Jacuzzi tub in the room above. I sat on the couch with one leg crossed over my other, drumming my fingers on my knee. After so many years of solitude in my house, it felt strange to have another presence around. Solene usually only stayed for a couple hours when she came over, but Wilson was staying the whole night.I looked down at the couch where he'd probably be sleeping. Wilson was big, but I didn't think he'd be able to lie down comfortably on it. I'd mostly bought it for the sake of the design in my living room and the fact that it was a good brand. It wasn't meant for sleeping on. But what was I supposed to do? Offer for him to sleep in my bed with me? I'd most likely get accused of seducing him- and I definitely wasn't going to be the one sleeping on the couch.He's been through a stressful situation, I scolded myself. I c

Wilson's POVInsisting on sleeping on Georgia's couch had seemed like a good idea the night before, seeing as how I was a guest and all, but by six in the morning, I'd decided it was probably the worst idea. I felt like I hadn't slept at all. The cushiorns weren't comfortable and my body was too long so I had to curl up to keep my feet from dangling off the edge of the arm supports.I briefly considered getting up just so I didn't have to try getting comfortable again. Just as I was shifting, a light from the hallway above me turned on. I turned my head up to the balcony and saw Georgia stumbling toward the stairs, her head bowed. She was dressed in a navy blue dress and her hair was wet, as if she'd just gotten out of the shower. As she came up to the couch, she seemed to have noticed me and I froze with my eyes half-closed, hoping she wouldn't notice I was awake. After a minute she started moving again, this time more slowly as if she was trying not to wake me up.It was ruined, ho