How to Help Howell?

Part 22

Dan's POV

We headed home after Phil said yes and took the ring. As hard as I tried, I simply could not wipe the smile off my face. My heart felt as light as a feather from just looking at him. I could stare at his face for hours. His fair complexion covered by his neat black hair complimented his ever deep crystal clear blue eyes.

"Well, what do you want to do now?"

"You" I whispered under my breath, hopefully too quiet for Phil to hear.

"Er...I don't know..." I trailed off getting lost in his eyes yet again. I hadn't even noticed us getting closer and closer to each other.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Phil asked breathily.

"Because you're the most beautiful thing in the world." We were now so close that if one of us said another word, our lips would touch.

"No, you are," Phil whispered as he started to kiss me. I eagerly kissed back, cupping his face and bringing it closer to mine. Phil turned me around and pushed me against a wall, kissing a little rougher now.

I stopped and grabbed his hand, running into his room and starting over again. He pushed me back onto the bed and we were taking heavier breaths already as Phil played with the hem of my shirt. I swatted it away with a smirk, teasing him as my lips strayed from his.

Focusing on a single spot on his neck, I could tell he was restraining himself from making any noises.

"It's okay, let it out, I whispered to his neck and began to suck a little harder.

"Bella!" Phil moaned extremely loudly, the name reverberating off the walls of his bedroom.

I instantly stopped, realizing that it was the wrong name that I had not been expecting to hear. I slowly backed away from Phil as he covered his mouth with his hands, as if he could possibly take back what he had unexpectedly let out.

Once it had set in my mind that there was a reason that particular name left his mouth, tears involuntarily clouded my vision as I ran out of the room and back into my own.

"Dan-" Phil called after me.

I stopped in my doorway and turned around to see what he possibly had to say, my face full of betrayal and pure hurt.

"How could you?" I asked. "And on the night you were supposed to ask me out?" A tear slipped down my cheek as my voice broke.

His expression turned sour.
"Maybe I really didn't want to ask you after all." Phil spat with venom in his words. He removed the special ring from his finger and threw it across the flat, which was followed by shoving my chest into my room.

I was so taken aback that the motion had set me off balance, causing me to topple back onto the floor. Unfortunately, I had made the same decision I had made a while back when I had collapsed and stuck my wrist out beneath me.

I screamed in pain as what felt like fire shot through my previously injured wrist.

Phil shot me a dirty look and slammed my door.

That relationship went just swimmingly.