Chapter Eighteen: Dan's POV*

I gulped as Phil closed the door. He turned around, looking a little awkward. Sometimes I wondered if that butter-wouldn't-melt innocence would vanish once he was in the bedroom if you know what I mean but I'm not so sure now ...

"Sorry about that. I know how you are with these things so we don't have to anything." Phil reassured, a cute smile taking up his face. 

"Oh I want to." I thought. "Should I take the risk?"

"You know Phil ..." I started, I was taking the risk. "... It is just a game..." I finished, approaching him. His eyes widened as he watched me advance.

"Y-yeah." Phil replied, his voice stuttering, however he made no move to retreat as I continued to close the gap between us.

"So, there's nothing wrong with doing it for fun..." I continued, my voice dropping an octave. Phil's bright blue eyes looked up at mine, his lips parted. 

"Yeah." He breathed and swallowed as I got closer to his face. 

"So, we can ... if you want." I hinted, taking the final step and letting our noses brush. He exhaled a shaky breath before reaching up and cupping my cheek. I leaned into the touch and smiled fondly, earning a smile from him. He bit his lip, seemingly having an internal battle, before going for it. His eyes drooped and his lips met mine. They felt warm and soft against my own and I could feel a happiness swell in my chest.

It's that moment when you like someone so much and then they kiss you and you feel overwhelmed and special. I pressed back firmly, shyly moving our lips. I felt Phil's hands on my stomach, lightly pushing me. He walked me backwards until my legs hit the bed and I gasped as I fell back on it; the connection between our mouths were lost. 

I looked up at Phil who grinned and started to crawl up to me. You see my earlier mentioned theory of Phil's innocence? I can tell you he looks fucking sexy as hell and there's a little smirk on his lips. He smiled and leaned down, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. It wasn't anything wild, it was sweet and passionate, I immediately loved everything about him and the way he delivered the kiss.

Timidly, he ran his tongue along the bottom of my lip and I immediately parted them, letting his tongue in to meet my own. The kiss was getting more passionate by the minute and my hands travelled from his hips up to his hair. I tangled my fingers through the locks, loving how soft it was between my fingers. I let him control the kiss because, seriously the change in personality from innocent to dominant is really hot.

I pulled his head down a little rougher, nipping on his lips playfully. He grinned, pulling away for air. There was a childish shine in his eyes, one I wanted to see every day for the rest of my life. He was so beautiful. I reached up and gave him a peck, just because I could and I wanted to. He gave me this heart eyed look which made my stomach erupt with butterflies. Something about this felt a lot more intimate than it was supposed to. As if we were expressing our love for one another. 

His smirk came back and I almost swooned. He kissed my lips then my chin, then down my jaw and the top of my neck. I bit my lip to keep the sounds in as his lips kissed and sucked my neck which was a sensitive part of my body. As he nibbled on it, my fingers curled in his hair and tugged hard. I was trying really hard not to make a noise in case anyone was listening so I was pretty much gasping and whimpering. 

He finished sucking a love bite on to my neck and reconnected our lips in yet another passionate kiss. My hands left his hair, down his neck and back to his hips where I gripped tightly. He let out a noise of appreciation which was muffled by ours lips still moulding together. I was about to slip my hands up his shirt when there was a knock on the door. Phil pulled away, out of breath and looked at the door.

"Guys, we're coming in!" Chris warned. Phil quickly jumped off the bed and I sat up, straightening myself out. Chris and PJ entered the room looking smugly from me to Phil. PJ was looking particularly at the way Phil's lips were redder than normal and his hair was very dishevelled. 

"Looks like you two might need another minute." PJ teased.

"Come on love birds, the parties still happening!" Chris chuckled. I made eye contact with Phil and blushed. What now? I decided to get up and followed Chris and PJ out, glancing back at Phil. I was relieved to see him following. I didn't know how I'd bring it up and talk about it. 

One thing is for certain now. I want Phil in more ways than one, I want to fall asleep and wake up with him and go on cute dates and hold hands and kiss. The evening carried on quite well. I got a little tipsier but not enough to have a raging hangover the next day. However, Phil got really drunk near the end of the night and was very amusing to watch. 

At one point I remember him dragging me over to a corner and making out with me for at least five minutes before some one noticed. The night was pretty blurry and when I woke up the next morning I didn't know what to think as the events went by in distorted images.

I sat in my garden, looking up at the sky. I wanted to call Phil and talk to him about it but I felt all the paranoia and insecurities catch up with me. All the things that were preventing me having a relationship in the first place. Phil was fragile and so was I so things had to be done carefully. I really wanted to be with him and I hoped he wanted to be with me.

I felt very lonely in my empty house. I contemplated inviting Phil over but thought better of it. He needed to recover and think things through and so did I.

I really wanted to be with him.

But the question is: Did he want to be with me?