“God, this has actually never happened to me,” he said, frowning as he thought. “Well, you’re already my girlfriend.”
“Yourfakegirlfriend,” I reminded him.
“Ah, well there you go,” he said, nodding and smiling as if I’d just handed him the answer. “We just drop the fake part, yeah?”
“Yeah?”
He nodded.
“And the breakup timeline? We just drop that, too?”
“That would be the idea.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You sure you don’t wanna think about this a little bit? Let the post-nut clarity kick in?”
Phil rolled his eyes. “Why, do you notwantto be my girlfriend?”
“Oh my god,” I said, sighing. “This is exhausting. Yes, I want to be your girlfriend, Phil. I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend since I was old enough to like boys.”
Phil curled his lip as he nodded. “Okay, yeah, well, maybe let’s not talk about being children whilst we’re naked.”
I laughed. “Sorry.”
“But just to be clear, I also want you to be my girlfriend. I’ve wanted it for a long time.”
I frowned. “Really?”
He nodded. “Really. Not quite as long, admittedly, but long enough.”
“And you’re not embarrassed by me?”
“Jesus Christ, Amy. You’re fucking exhausting, yeah? No, I’m not embarrassed by you, and I’ll prove it.”
I swatted him on the arm as he rolled over to grab his phone off the nightstand. There were two messages waiting in the group chat:
CHLOE
When you two are done with your little couple’s moment, could you please come back out?
JACK
Chloe’s mad that she missed the flower crown workshop and would like to make a gameplan for tomorrow.
Phil smiled and typed out a reply.
PHIL
Tell her she should spend less time at the mead tent tomorrow then. And maybe you should start without us– I think we’ve got at least one more round in us.
I snatched the phone away. “You’re not fucking sending that to mybrother!”
But when I looked down at it, I saw to my horror that, in the act of snatching the phone away, I’d already hit send myself, though not before adding a few random characters and a potato emoji to the end.
Almost immediately, a GIF came through from Chloe of someone on Hot Ones throwing up in their mouth.
“I can’t believe you just sent that to yourbrother,” Phil mocked, grabbing his phone back and throwing it onto the floor on the other side of the bed before wrapping me in his arms. He pressed his mouth to mine again, and this time our kiss was sweet and slow. After years of dancing around one another, we were finally, blissfully, on the same page.
The kiss deepened over the next couple of minutes, and his hands began to roam over my body, making me shiver.
