Crazy.
Hands moving over the controls, shooting angrily at the mob of zombies chasing after my avatar, I realized I was probably going crazy.
I almost hit him.
Phillip. My Phil.
And then I shook him.
And then I was grinding on him and his expression—s**t.
Shifting, my pants still felt tight.
Uncomfortable.
It’s hard to calm down around him.
Phil drives me—
Legs stepped in the way of my view. I glared up at him, watching him hit his knees in front of me. He wasn’t glaring like before, wasn’t being evasive either though—he looked . . . determined, I think. Serious. That means he’s about to try something else. Guarded, I sat statue still, waiting.
When he leaned close, I pressed my hand to his chest to stop him, and he just whispere
