George and Nora entered the lift when the doors opened. Nora's eyes rest on him, she followed every movement he made. She bit on the inside of her lip and leaned against the wall of the lift. George pressed on the right button of the floor they were staying and stood next to her. He could feel her eyes burning on his skin, it made him smile shyly, and he looked down. The doors closed. George didn't wait any longer and stood in front of Nora. Their eyes met. George put his hand on Nora's cheek and leaned in.

Maybe the time stopped when his lips met hers, but the flutter only intensified. Nora's heart was pounding in her chest as her knees got weaker. She got only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively it was. Could this be a dream, or was it real? Nora wasn't sure about this moment.

For the first time since he'd known himself, George didn't feel shy anymore. He pulled back for air and opened his eyes, he was sneaking a guilty peek at her just to make sure it wasn't a product of his imagination. George couldn't help it, but a small smile grew on his lips. Her warm breath touched his skin. Nora pressed her lips back on his; he kissed her back, open-mouthed, soft lipped kissing-her-back.

The lift stopped moving, and the doors opened. Nora pulled back, and she and George both looked at the exit of the lift; they were on the right floor. Nora looked at George and bit her lip, she didn't want this to be it, she didn't want this to be over. George thought the same and grabbed her hand. They walked through the hallway. Adrenaline was rushing through Nora's body. George opened the door of his hotel room and took Nora inside with him.

As soon as the door closed, George pressed Nora against the wall and locked his lips with hers again. Heat rose from Nora's stomach to her chest, her heart was racing in her chest. She parted her lips, and George pressed his tongue inside her mouth, gently but demanding. Nora's body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on hers felt nearly forbidden. Everything around George became a blur, he was only focused on Nora. He felt her washing over like a wave of warmth, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all his thoughts.

They were kissing like crazy like their lives depend on it. Nora suddenly understood why people describe kissing as melting because every square centimetre of her body dissolves into his. Her fingers gripped his hair, gently pulling him closer. Her veins throb and her heart exploded. She never wanted anyone like this before.

Small shivers of pleasure shot through George when the kiss deepened, he stopped thinking. He felt Nora sealing the tiny space between him and her. He sparked love, his heart swelled to the point of nearly bursting.

Nora's hands were moving down from his chest to the last button of his shirt. She unbuttoned it and slowly made her way up to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers touched tenderly his skin underneath the shirt, her fingers on his body was like fire. Nora pushed the shirt over his shoulders, and it fell on the ground. George broke apart, long enough to pull Nora's T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. His hands slid around her head, pulling her back to his mouth.

His hands were on her hips, and he lifted her up as if she was made of air. Nora wrapped her legs around his waist, and they moved away from the wall. Their lips remained sealed while George gently laid her down on the soft bed. It was like they couldn't get enough of each other. Their hips were moulded together, and they moved against one another. Her fingers ran down his chest, to the button of his jeans. She unbuttoned it.

Their kiss slowed down, it became tender and more infinitely. It was like they were getting to know each other on an intimate level. Nora was breathless and dazed, she was unprepared for all of this. George pulled back and pressed soft, wet kisses on her bare skin. He started in her neck and slowly trailed down to her bosom. Nora's body ached for more than just kisses and touching - she wanted more of him. George wanted more as well. His powerful body shook like Nora's body.

Clothing items were tossed around the room. They have been building up this for months, and it was worth the wait. It went silence. Nora gazed in his eyes and swallowed hard. They were both breathing heavily. Her eyes fell on George his lips, they were red and slightly swollen. Nora leaned in again and locked their lips.

There was only feeling and wanting, that was all. Nora wrapped her legs around his hips again, pulling him closer and pulled away from his lips. She pressed small kisses on the corners of his mouth, tracing to his ear. Nora could feel his heartbeat, it was fast. She told him what she wanted with her soft moans and pressed kisses in his neck.

Nora could feel him - all of him. George was pressed against her. She inhaled his shaving cream, his shampoo and that extra scent that's just...it's him. It was the most delicious smell she could even imagine.

Her lips tasted like honey. She felt wonderful. Her hands were everywhere, and it didn't matter that her mouth was already on top of his, he wanted her closer. 

A smile was curved on her lips. Nora turned on her side in bed and let a deep sigh out. This imagination felt real, but it couldn't be real; it was George, and this was something George wouldn't do. The kiss of earlier this day had to be a mistake. It was a mistake. Nora tightened her jaw and blinked a few times. How come it did feel so real? Her eyes widened, and she rolled over on her back; but what if it was real? It felt real, she suddenly remembered all the touches they had, she remembered his lips, she remembered his hands all over her body, she remembered him.

I slept with George.

Nora felt her cheeks heating up. She pulled the blanket over her head and bit her lip. Fuck. A soft giggle rolled over her lips. It was a memory, she remembered something again. Her heart was beating faster than usual, and her stomach tingled.

I slept with George in Abu Dhabi. What the fuck?

She sat up and switched on a light. It was only two in the night, but Nora was wide awake. For a moment, she doubted on what to do next; call George or wait until the morning. George always said she could call him whenever she wanted; in the middle of the night or early in the morning, during dinner. But it felt contradictory to call him now because they weren't in the right place with each other and he needed his sleep - the testing days in F1 were in two weeks. Nora sighed, what did she need to do?

Call him. Nora threw the sheets of her legs and got up. It was cold in her room. A shiver rolled over her spine. She walked out of her room and glanced over the hallway. She had to call George, but she didn't know his phone number so she couldn't call him on the telephone. Aubrey. She walked over to Aubrey's room and quietly opened the door of her room. Firstly she checked if Aubrey was asleep, what was the case. Nora entered the room and looked for Aubrey's phone. It was a search on its own, Aubrey knew how to hide her phone.

After looking under the pillow, Nora found a phone. Her eyes were squeezed closed because of the bright light the phone showed. When Nora was sued to the bright light, she felt the phone in front of Aubrey's face for Face ID. It luckily unlocked. Aubrey turned away from Nora, what made Nora widen her eyes; stay asleep, please. Nora walked away from Aubrey, back to her room.

When back in her room, she sat down on her bed. This was the first time Nora held a phone in her hands after the coma, the first time she had control over it. Her eyes were scanning the screen, it looked unorganised to her, but it surely all made sense to Aubrey. Nora scrolled through her contacts and called George. She brought up the phone to her ear and waited.

It felt tensive for Nora, calling was a big deal for her. And calling George...nerve-wracking. Nora closed her eyes and held in her breath. There was a big chance George wouldn't pick up his phone, that was totally understandable.

"Hello?"

Nora's eyes flew open; shit. Even though he only had said one word, Nora could tell he just woke up.

"Hey, it's Nora. Did I wake you?" Stupid question, but okay.

"Yeah, but don't worry about that." George, his voice was deep and hoarse. "What's up?"

"I...erm..." She took a deep breath. "Can we meet up tomorrow, well today? I understand if you're busy or don't want to meet up..."

George yawned. "Sure. I will pick you up around four?"

"Okay," she softly said. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"It's fine, Nora. Are you good?"

The corners of her mouth slightly curled up. "Yes, I'm fine. You?"

"Me too," he whispered. "I will see you tomorrow, Nora. Good night."

"Good night."