Literature
Heartache 3: Phan
*Dan*
I woke slowly, my eyes unwilling to open against the harsh light coming through the window. I realised that i was lying against someone's chest. Their fingers playing with my hair. Suddenly I remembered what happened, Pj coming round, the kiss, the tears, Phil.
"Good morning sleepyhead" Phil said from behind me sensing my movement.
"Good morning." I mumbled.
"Dan, what happened last night?" I turned around, Phil's face was now inches away from mine and I had to use quite a lot of willpower to stop myself from leaning forward and kissing him.
"Ask Pj." I replied. Phil's eyes narrowed boring into mine.
"I have, he won't talk to me.