Sep 22, 2006 00:51
George O’Malley never intentionally hurt anyone in his life. Not the kind of hurt that counts.
So when, in between the “soonish” he’s trying to reach with Callie, he finds himself.
Pressed against the bathroom door.
With Alex’s tongue. In. His. Mouth.
He wants to feel guilty.
But mostly he can’t get over how fucking good it all feels.
And he can’t help thinking about the difference between the two.
A difference he had tried to sink into and love.
But Alex pulls him in like nothing else ever will.
His body gives into what his heart won’t give up.
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