POV’s Tate
Philip murmured a thanks as he tugged it on.
“Thanks for helping us with the pasta,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself.
Philip’s lips turned upward slightly. Almost a smile. “No problem.”
I nodded awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. Philip started walking towards the door, and I followed, opening it up for him.
Here, no one was watching to see if we performed a heartfelt goodbye.
“See you,” I said, offering Philip a grin.
He nodded before stepping out.
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That Tuesday, I decided to start packing.
Sitting on my floor, half of my closet spread out around me, I stared at Riley as she dug into my underwear drawer.
“I’m telling you, you should bring a new set. Do you seriously have no others?” She rambled.
I shrugged. “Riley, I’ll be wearing a bikini most of the we
