That's right- I came through on my promise! Here I present you with my apology Wednesday post, well edited. I had so much fun writing this chapter, I hope you enjoy it!

~~DAN'S POV~~

"See you guys later!" Phil and I say in unison as the elevator doors close on PJ and Chris. It's late, yet I'm not very tired at all. I close the door to our apartment and look into Phil's eyes, drinking in the longing look they hold for me. While we allowed ourselves brushes and glances, we didn't want to share our love in front of Chris and PJ, it felt too personal. Too ours, like it's something we want to hold between us and let no one else see. But since no one is here anymore. we're free to love each other unhindered.

I cradle his face in my hands, holding it there for me to study. Slowly, I draw my face closer to him. I want to savor this, savor how all this feels. First, I catch the musk of his cologne, then the clean scent of the lingerings of his body wash, then his sweet breath that still smells of tea and peppermint, as it had last night. I feel the feathery touch of his dyed black hair, the movement of his face against my fingers as a smile cracks on his lips, the slight part of his lips as my own are now millimeters from his.

Our breath mingles, and I can hear his quickening. I lightly move my lips against his, and he immediately presses into mine, fiercely, passionately. My whole body begins to tingle as I feel his icy fingers dragging across my back, lifting my shirt slightly with each upward drag. Our tongues intertwine, our bodies melting into each other like warmed butter. My fingers are tangled into his silky hair, my mind quickly losing sense of time and place, losing all sense besides the places his cold icy fingers leave his shiver-evoking touches and where his warm tender kisses land upon me.

I pull away, and I hear a slight groan emit from his lips, eyes shut in pure bliss. He opens his eyes to me removing my shirt, all reservations I typically would have had are wiped away with his tender kisses. I don't hold a fear of judgment, for I know this boy, no, this man, loves me, and I love him.

I see his eyes quickly widen as he notices what I'm doing, and whips his shirt off as well. Our bodies intertwine again, this time our bare chests brushing with every movement. His kisses flutter across my jaw, down my neck, eliciting slight shivers. For some reason, I don't overreact at Phil's light kisses, it might be because of the fact that I trust him, here, in this moment. Just then he begins to suck against my chest- he's giving me a love bite.

I feel the haze of lust begin to fall over me once again, and I pull away, wistfully, but knowing I don't want to go further. I don't want our relationship to be heartless, full of sex and lust, no love.

Don't get me wrong- I really do love Phil and want to share all of him with me- just not yet. He looks up at me once again, slightly saddened by the immediate lack of touch. I look in his eyes, and he seems to get the message.

"I understand, I don't wanna rush it either." A goofy grin cracks on his face. "I did love that, though. There's just one problem…" he says, his eyes lighting up flirtatiously.

"Oh, and what's that?" I ask, feeling my own lopsided grin against my cheeks.

"I just can't stand to sleep alone." He's less flirtatious now, his blue eyes full of hope.

"Of course we can sleep together. I'll go change into PJs and then I'll climb into bed with you." I say, planting a tender kiss on his cheek.

I walk off into my room and start to get ready for bed and then realize I have a bit of a problem. I'm certain Phil's experiencing the same thing- I could feel his against me. I quickly fix it, cheeks burning red, put on my trousers, brush my teeth, and head into his room. He's already lying in bed, half asleep. I slide in next to him, his pale, unblemished back pressed into my chest. He flips around, cuddling into my chest, his arm draped around my side. I can't help but smile and wrap my own arms around him. I watch him, his breathing slow and steady. I could lie like this forever, Phil cradled in my arms, cherishing how child-like he seems as he lays there in my embrace. He started to talk in his sleep, mainly mumblings, until I heard one word- "Dan…" It was a moan, sleepy and calm, and it brought a tired smile to my cheeks until I fell asleep, a ghost of my grin still across my lips.

Ain't that just the cutest thing? I love this chapter, even with how... sensual it is. Not entirely sexual, I mean, it's just making out, but it's really sensual. I guess I just love how much love is within it, even with how short it is. Review for lots of love and rainbow hugs and if I love you enough, I'll even declare it out in my post! As I'm going to do, awkwardly, right now.

ThatOneSmoshyPhanGirl, While I told you earlier, I felt I should have it out public that you were, and still are, my inspiration for writing this. Your stories along with your reviews on this truly make my day, and I think you and everyone else should know that. Cheers and llama hats! -NicholeLovesPhan

As for the rest of you, I love you too, so much. Each email I get about reviews, favorites, and follows make my day. I read every review before I write, looking for tips you guys offer and motivation. Love you all, and I look forward to all of your reviews! May you all be blessed with llamas and lions and placenta cookies, Delia Smith pancakes and brownie graveyards!