Phil’s POV
I woke up before Theo.
And God, I had to pee.
But if I move, he’ll wake up, and when he wakes up he’ll probably kill me.
Gnawing on my lip, feeling the pressure in my abdomen, the weight of his arm at my hip, I thought about . . . everything. What a mess. I made out with Diana and then dumbly told Theo about it. I told him she couldn’t make me hard. Jesus.
Stressing about it wasn’t helping my bladder at all.
I had to go.
Pulling away gently, I felt him shift and, carefully, got up from the bed, glancing back to find green eyes focused on me. His eyes narrowed and I jogged toward the bathroom, half expecting him to chase me. He didn’t, thankfully, but somehow that didn’t make me feel much safer. Even after I went, washing my hands, I had n
