Phil’s POV
I tried to avoid Theo after the first time. Made up every excuse in the book, really.
It wasn’t even like I didn’t want to see him. I did. I wanted to spend time with him. I wanted him to sleep next to me, to hear his soft snores, and feel his body heat. I wanted Theo. I always want Theo. So when he just kept showing up at my house, breaking in when I’d stay away too long, I started giving in to him. And things just kept progressing physically. He’d take more and more, pushing boundaries and I . . . just let him.
One month.
“Is he really so cool all the time?” Diana asked, staring at Theo with googly eyes. She was always like that, watching him, raving about him, asking me so many questions about him. I don’t really answer any of them
