POV’s Philip
I tried not to think about it as I told her to wait in the kitchen while I grabbed her gift that was sitting up in my room.
As I brought the neatly wrapped gift down to her, Tate groaned. “Of course, you know how to gift wrap perfectly. This is so embarrassing for me.”
I huffed a laugh as I set the box down in front of her.
Tate narrowed her eyes at it, as if trying to see through the wrapping paper. Then, she grabbed it and began shredding through the paper. She literally looked like a seven-year-old on Christmas morning.
Before I realized what was happening, I felt myself smiling at her.
She gasped, her eyes widening as she beheld the box. She looked up at me, her lips parted as she gaped.
“Philip…” she breathed, and for some reason, the way my name left her lips made
