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Phillip Kopus: Your Birthday

You and Phillip had been friends for a long time, since high school. When he comes home from his year vacation, as you so graciously called it, he and you get back into the groove of doing the normal. As you pull another beer from the box, you push up your glasses and push your hair behind your ear. The can clicks and pops open with a hiss, gaining Phillip's attention from being preoccupied by his shoes. Feeling tipsy and dangerous, you take a step towards him, your eyes beckoning him closer.

"Take off your shirt." You growl, pointing to the black tank top hugging his large frame nicely.

"This?" He asks, raising his brows at you and tugging at the low neckline, a goofy come hither smirk on his sweet lips.

"Yeah." You nod, giggling drunkenly and running your finger tips across the smooth skin of his chest, the little curly black hairs soft against your small hands. At just about five feet three inches, you were eye level with his chest as he leaned so coolly against the bronze colored truck.

"Easy pretty girl." He murmurs, giving a low warning. "I won't back off if you start this." He whispers, sending chills down your arms as his hands massage your shoulders, sliding down to your waist. Electrifying currents run through your body as he presses a kiss to your neck.

"Phillip?" You jerk yourself away from Phillip so quickly you get dizzy and he hugs you while talking to Marie. "You better have her home by six-thirty pm." She barks, pointing a stern finger at Phillip before smiling to you and disappearing.

"We better go before she tries to skin us alive." His chuckle is a warm, welcoming breath against your cooling skin. Groaning, you agree reluctantly and climb into the truck, letting Phillip drive you to where your staying at Marie's; a lot of cars line the road and fill her driveway.

"Oh my God, turn around Phillip." She begs giving a protesting moan, resorting to running her fingertips down his shoulder like little feathers.

"Happy Birthday babygirl." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips. It's all you dreamed it would be, fireworks and all. You couldn't believe Phillip called you that.

"Phillip--"

"If you make it through this, I'll give in to what we started back at the football field. Now go on rockstar, we'll have all kinds of fun later." He gives you a cute, mischievous grin and a little wink before escorting you in, hand on your waist.

"Phillip does this mean that we--"

"I love you. Yes, we're official. I'm done playing off as friends. I love you so much." He whispers, pressing an ardent kiss to your lips.