We sit on the sofa, a look of intense concentration on our faces. We are having a very violent Mario Kart battle and Phil is winning. I swear loudly as Phil cries "yES! IM DOING IT! I'VE - I'VE WON!!" he drowns out my cursing with a victory cry. "nah, I was just going easy on you" I push back my newly straightened fringe. "will you film a video for me?" I ask. "Oui Oui" he reply's, still slightly drunk on winning.
"hello internet!" I smile for the sixth time. I keep getting distracted by Phils smile behind the camera - the way his eyes crinkle at the corners and the dimples in his cheeks show up. I'm about to start again when Phil pounces on me from behind the camera "WhOa - " Im taken by suprise as Phil kisses me with his warm lips. I kiss back and run my hands down his back. We pull apart, grinning. "you smell like... Raspberrys?" I laugh. Phil goes salmon. "I like it!" he says defensively. "so do I" I say, pecking him on the cheak. I look at him, my eyes constantly flitting down to his lips. "pizza?" he says. "pizza" I reply.
