Phil’s POV
When I woke up tucked against Theo’s chest, I quickly realized my mistake.
Mom.
Rolling over, I realized it was only eleven o’clock and the panic ebbed a little.
“I’m at Tim’s. Leaving now,” I sent to mom.
And then I saw that I was tagged in a picture on i********: by Theo Blackwell.
Huh?
Opening the notification, I quickly realized it wasn’t just one photo but four.
He’d posted four photos of us—one on the couch during movie night with the family that Liv had insisted on taking where Theo looked annoyed and I was smiling, one of us in the kitchen that mom had taken of Theo dicing sausage seriously while I prepped the rice, one of us curled up on the loveseat together which I couldn’t place but looked really intimate, and one he’d obviousl
