Phil’s POV
A . . . toy.
I’m just a toy and he’s playing with me.
Trying to make me dance for him.
Or beg, I guess.
He wants me to beg.
I thought he’d been joking but it’s been four days.
Four whole days of going to his house with him, waiting for him to act . . . normal. At least touch me. Something.
He hasn’t.
And after he rejected me last time, I haven’t had the guts to try again.
He’d been firm, straight forward. He wants me on my knees, I think. Raking my hands through my hair, I thought about how twisted it was that I wouldn’t mind hitting my knees for him if he’d just look at me again.
I shouldn’t feel that way.
I shouldn’t even feel guilty.
He’s been spending time with Chelsea. He’s probably courting her. Texting
