Phil’s POV
Theo’s scared?
No, it’s crazier than that.
Even stranger.
Nipping his lips, tongues tangling, I felt him shift beneath me and pressed closer, harder. Kissing. Theo’s always like to kiss and I . . . I don’t know. I always want to kiss him anyway. Panting, I tried not to grind my hips into his. To tempt him more than I should.
Sore.
Tired.
But I want him.
He groaned, hands tugging at my shift, dragging my body down against his and I thought about what this meant. His admittance to feeling anything but anger or s****l frustration.
Theo just expressed a new feeling to me.
And he’d done it without trying to cover it with a smile or joke.
He wasn’t trying to hide it.
And what he’d told me, about Shawn, his stepbrother, h
