Ever since I met Phillip Lester, breathing has been a problem. I loved the way his black hair would go perfectly onto his beautiful blue eyes. I loved the way I couldn't tell the difference between his smooth pale skin and the wall. And more than anything I wanted him to be mine.
I want to be able to hold him in my arms and watch films with him on sunday afternoons, I want to be able to go to Starbucks and hold his hand. I want to be able to cuddle with him until we fall asleep most nights. No. Every night.
"Phil?" I said, turning to the beautiful boy sitting on the sofa next to me.
"Yes?" He spoke softly, his voice smoother than honey.
"Do you want to know a secret?" I inched my face closer.
His eyes lit up.
"Sure." He said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
I moved even closer.
"Are you sure?" I teased him.
"Yes, Dan, I'm sure." He chuckled.
My lips lightly brushed against him, making his face turn every shade of red.
"Phil do-" I was cut off by his soft lips against mine.
I didn't hesitate in kissing him back. That feeling was back, but it was nicer. The feeling with the butterflies, that one? It was that one.
I pulled away from him.
"I- I'm sorry." Phil looked down, his flawless cheeks turning that adorable pink again.
"No. Don't be." I said.
"Because..." I trailed off.
"Because?"
"Because I think I love you." I said nervously.
"Do you want to know my secret?" Phil asked sweetly.
He didn't wait for a response.
"I think I love you too."
