Good old, reliable George, with the wide toothy grin- there was something about him that had always made Lena's heart beat a little faster. He wasn't dangerous, wasn't arrogant, had never been a bad boy, had never been a play boy. He was steadfast, straight as an arrow, honest as they came and he made her feel like she was home. But-If he hadn't fallen in love with her by now, then he never would, right? George hadn't expected for a few years to change everything. How had he missed that Lena had grown up so much? It was almost disturbing and no matter what he did he couldn't stop the feeling growing inside him. The feeling in the pit of his stomach like he was about to lose something important, like he was about to miss out on something big.