Phil’s POV
“So what happened?”
I was tapping my foot anxiously, thinking about this morning, about waking up next to Theo. He’d been asleep, even after his alarm had started going off and I’d been . . . well, unconvinced. Anxious. He might wake up, take one look at me, and go back.
To hating me.
To that hardened expression.
The tightness in his jaw.
That tension.
And I was scared. Terrified, really, as I lay there waiting for him to wake up.
To push me away.
Tear me apart.
And when his eyes came into view, that deep green, focusing on me, I felt a trill of fear trickle through me. This was the moment of truth.
The real one.
He’d said he loved me. That he wanted to date me. Officially.
Swallowing, anxious, I watched him
