The Only Hope For Me Is You ~ Phan

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!!!!!!!Trigger Warning!!!!!!!!

Phil had one of his hands cradling my face, and the other at the bend of my knee. Our lips were still pressed together, slowly kissing each other.

I didn't know if he was enjoying this as much as I was, but I definitely did not want him to stop.

Soon, our kiss began to be quick pecks, opening our eyes every once and a while to smile, making my stomach flutter.

I pushed his fringe off of his forehead, moving my hands to lock behind his neck. He smiled into my lips, giving me little Eskimo kisses with our noses.

Call it cliche, but it felt like nothing in this world mattered, other than this moment with Phil. It may have just been my excitement, as I was receiving my very first kiss from a boy I really liked. A boy.

"Let's go inside." He whispered, pecking me one more time after I nodded.

When we pulled apart, my face flushed with red, not believing what I had just done, and Phil snickered, teasing me.

Once we had climbed back through the window, Phil had his arms around my waist, pulling our bodies together, and connecting our lips for the hundredth time this morning.

One of my arms hooked around his neck, and the other held his cheek. I had to be on my tiptoes slightly to reach his height.

His hand dipped underneath the sweatshirt I had one, and his ice cold hands ran up my back, making me shiver.

"Phil-" I exhaled, as his lips moved from mine, to my cheek, to my jaw.

"Everything okay?" He asked, only leaving small kisses down my neck, lightly biting down, which would probably leave a mark. I held the neck of his neck in place, inviting him to keep going.

Part of me wanted to say no, to tell him to stop, but another part of me wanted this so badly. Would he judge me for my awful appearance underneath my clothes? It doesn't seem like something Phil would do, but I worried anyways.

"Um-no, I-"

He immediately pulled away, removing his hands, and placing them on my waist outside of my sweatshirt.

"Did I do something wrong? Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, you can slap me, just, oh fuck, I'm so sorry," his eyes showed genuine worry, trying to find reassurance is mine.

"No, you didn't, I just-"

"Dan, you can yell at me, please, just don't let me do it again, I would hate to make you uncomfortable around me, I'm so sorry-"

"It wasn't something you did, Phil, I can guarantee that. I wanted it, but, I don't know, I guess just, too fast?" My voice got smaller and smaller as I went on, but he heard all of it, taking it all in. He nodded, hugging me.

"That's okay, I'm sorry for coming on too strong-"

"You didn't, it was purely, just me."

I looked up at him, half smiling, and he finally relaxed. I pulled him down for a quick kiss, making sure he knew I wasn't uncomfortable with him.