anthophilia // phan

One

dan.

the world at 4 a.m. is something else. i belong there, in the 4 a.m. i can hear everything. the sound from the t.v. through the thin walls of my apartment, the city cars driving soundly on the streets below me, and the low breathing of the man i love asleep underneath the palm of my hand.

phil lester.

it was only then i remembered his presence. him and his calm, humble presence. i looked up to examine him in his sleep. his chest was in perfect rhythm with mine. his hair was all over his face, with his mouth slightly agape. him and his gorgeous features.

phil shifted before setting a hand on the back of my neck and slowly began to force me to lay back on his chest, to which i happily obliged. "dan, please go back to sleep." his groggy voice sent shivers down my spine.

"sorry, i thought you were asleep.i'm just admiring my view." i hummed as i traced patterns on his bare chest. the city light came in through the open curtains allowing phil to glow. the city glow looked well on him. "i was thinking maybe we could go get a flower today."

         "i would gladly accept your offer, but it is very early in the morning and i am very tired. maybe when we wake up, yeah?" phil spoke softly. i felt his lips touch the top of my head "yeah." i whispered back.
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Thank you all for reading the very short first chapter of this book, i have a few ideas for where i want this story to go and might hold a few polls on twitter to see what you guys would prefer to happen. i'll leave my twitter @ whenever a poll is needed. thank you!! x