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Yawning, Ringo let his eyes adjust to the sunlight and peeked at the clock. 11:24. He couldn’t stay in bed much longer. Reluctantly, he lifted the blankets…and saw George hugging his waist.
George’s eyes were still closed, so Ringo grabbed his fingertips and tried to disentangle them from his body.
He just hummed and squeezed tighter.
Ringo didn’t want to wake George—especially with the adorable way George’s cheek was squished against his side—but he had no other choice. “George,” he whispered, tapping his shoulder. “Wake up.”
George’s eyes opened immediately. “Been awake the whole time, love.”