Phil’s POV
Another sleepless night.
He’s all I see . . . all I feel. I still have marks all over my body, my neck, my back, shoulders—so many marks. It’s like a trail of reminders when I look in the mirror, that he’s touched my body, explored it, dominated it.
I can smell him on my sheets.
His clothes are in my closet.
A pair of his old sneakers are tossed haphazardly under my bed.
There’s even a toothbrush for him hidden in the bathroom.
I was just leaving when I saw his book bag tucked in the corner of my room.
How was he getting through classes without his books? Then again, it’s Theo. He’d thoughtlessly skipped his last two classes yesterday, probably run off with Chelsea to get tangled up in his sheets while his parents weren’t home.
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