Phil’s POV
A slam.
My eyes snapped open and, disoriented, I rolled over to find Theo stomping toward the bed like a storm. He dropped his bag and I sat up, panicked. “What—” When he threw his arms around me, I wasn’t ready for the impact, gasping as I landed back on his bed. His bed. I must’ve fallen asleep. It’s his . . . scent everywhere. It’s so soothing. It makes me sleepy. “What’s wrong?”
Panting, squeezing me tight, he whispered, “You didn’t answer any of my calls!”
“I . . . I mean—”
“I was scared,” he went on, his grip on me tightening.
“Scared?” Theo gets scared? “Um, I—”
“I was going to the vending machine and I heard weird noises and I saw . . . well, it was Harrison.” It came out really fast and kind of muffled, his face pressed to
