Chapter 8 – Home

Tomorrow is going to be my last day in Phil's house. These days passed so fast, I really didn't feel like leaving. I was having too much fun here than in my home with my parents.

Being with Phil is making me feel happier, it's like I finally know that someone is there for me. I still can't quite believe what happened between us, it just feels to good to be truth. And for my surprise I don't feel uncomfortable at all. Well, the true is, that I only had girlfriends before, but I also had feeling for guys in the past, only never had a serious relationship with any of them, just some night adventures, when me and my friends got a little too wasted.

But with Phil is different. I don't feel he's an infatuation, a one-time thing. I care about him and I can see he cares about me too. I think that on top of everything we are friends, and only after that comes everything else.

"Dan what are you doing? I hope you are not letting me win on purpose!"

When Phil talked I suddenly woke up from my daydream, realizing that he was kicking my ass in Mortal Kombat. I still tried to win but it was in vain.

"Oh, I guess you win this time" I said unenthusiastically.

"Come on Dan, I don't want to win if you're not trying." He seemed disappointed.

"Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. One last battle to decide who is the ultimate champion?" I said this time with conviction.

"Let's do it!"

In the end Phil won, and I had to suffer with his victorious chanting for a while, until his mum came to the living room saying that was getting late and we should go to sleep.

We said our goodnights and we went to our respective bedrooms. Twenty minutes after, I opened my door slowly and listened carefully to know if anyone was still awake. I couldn't ear any noises, so I got silently into Phil's room, getting inside his bed.

"I was starting to think that you wouldn't come." Said Phil in a whisper next to me.

"Do you really think I would waste our last night together, sleeping in the guest's room?" and I hugged him.

"I'm glad you didn't," He said smiling. Phil approached his face to mine and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and when he was beginning to move away I crushed my lips against his, asking for more. He didn't seem to mind since a few seconds later he was pulling me against him with his arms around my waist.

I could feel the tension raising, as our hands roamed through each other's bodies and our kiss got deeper. Phil started to pull my shirt and I didn't resist his attempt, breaking our kiss for mere seconds while the t-shirt was being thrown off across the room. He started to kiss gently my neck, and then my shoulders and then my collarbones, making me shiver, as I'm the most sensible person in the entire universe, when it comes to touching the neck.

I try to do the same thing and take his shirt off, but his head got stuck in the process. I start to giggle as he finishes the job, taking the shirt himself. I am such a fail sometimes.

Phil leans towards me and stops an inch away from touching my lips again. I try to close the distance between us, but he just start teasing me, getting away as I try to get closer. For some reason the teasing is working as I feel a burning fire starting inside of me, getting desperate for his touch. When I am about to explode with tension he finally reach my lips and start kissing me again, but this time he search my mouth with his tongue and it feels so damn good. I break the kiss and travel with the tip of my tongue from his cheekbones till his shoulders. There, I stop, planting a kiss on his skin, just to bite him hard next.

Phil lets a moan come off of his mouth and I find it extremely sexy. I attempt to bite him again but in different places. When he doesn't react like I want him to react, I try a different approach. This time I try to suck the bottom of his neck gently, to see if he complains. Since he doesn't, I start doing it stronger until he abruptly separate himself from me and stops.

"Dan…" he says in a low voice.

"Did I hurt you? Sorry Phil, I didn't mean to…" I said, trying to apologise.

"It's not that."

"Hmm? Then what is it?" Now I was getting worried. Did I push it to far?

"I think you left a mark," and then he started laughing.

"Oh…" and I started to laugh too, but more nervously than him. "Sorry…"

"It's okay, it felt good." He said while he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Now we should really try to sleep. I don't want to you to show up like a zombie when you arrive home."

"Yeah… I guess you are right." I knew he was right, I just don't want to sleep and waste my last hours with Phil unconscious. But I don't want to look tired next to my mum either, or she wouldn't let me come again.

" 'Night Dan"

" 'Night Phil"

I think I was more tired than I thought, because after a few minutes I fell asleep and only woke up when the alarm went off at 9am.

It was 11am now and Phil was taking me to the train station. My train is in half an hour, I think I still have a few minutes to say goodbye to Phil. Not that I wanted to.

When the time arrived, I tried to hard to not look excessively sad. I never liked goodbyes.

We promised each other that we would Skype and he said that he was going to make an effort to come visit me when he managed to get the money and the time. I smiled, trying to stay positive.

We shared one last kiss and then I started walking towards the train. As I entered my coach I waved him goodbye and he did the same thing.

This was going to be a long journey.

Three Days Later

I woke up and turned on my computer. It was a habit that I developed over the time and now it's the first thing I do in the morning.

Check all my social networks and I saw that Phil posted a new video while I was asleep.

Quickly clicked on it and started watching.

I missed Phil. I know it only been three days, but even so, it's hard to not be able to be with him.

As the video stared, I noticed a dark mark on his neck but I didn't pay much attention to it in the beginning. Only when I looked more carefully, I could see that was the mark I made on the last night at his house.

I run hurriedly through the comments to see that someone has posted a comment saying: "I'm sorry, I'm invasive, but... Do you have a hickey? o.o"

I smiled and left a reply. Phil's subscribers were attentive.

Me and Phil haven't not decided to come out with our… thing… whatever this is. We don't actually talked about it. Maybe we should.

Meh, I can't be bothered right now.

a/n: Hello lovely people from the internet, there it is another chapter, I hope you enjoy it. I would really appreciate if you left a review telling me what you think. Because I never wrote smut before and I want to know if I'm doing it well and your opinion :] Anyway, thanks for reading xx

Mariana