<strong>NAME:</strong>Phillip Ekhardt<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Chloe's place<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Taking the dive<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Chloe<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br/>At her retraction, Phil knew not what to do. He could simply go downstairs to find them something to drink in order to keep hands and lips busy, ease the sudden tension. This was not... usual between them - they had grown rather close in the last few months even if their relationship hadn't developed enough for them to be called a 'couple' right now. And yet... he too had a feeling that, should he walk downstairs, he'd find the door to her bedroom locked.<br/><br/>And he sure as hell didn't want that. Not yet, at least, as he slowly sat himself down at her bed just as her legs rose up as Chloe brought her knees to her chest. With a careful hand, Phil leaned in to touch at Chloe's hip. She was so small, so petite and lovely - and dark and brooding too, in the most classical of gothic ways besides fixing yourself a raiding party and burning roman towns. Her tush felt warm as he patted her in a rather non-committal way - after all, he didn't want to send the wrong message to Chloe as he caressed her rear. "Well... you can always make up for that. Make my graduation night unforgettable instead."<br/><br/>Phil added with a chuckle as he tried to play it cool, even seductive, his voice so deep and rumbling. Leaning in against her back, very slowly Phil moved in to press his chest against her back even as he tried to keep his hips from hers, the hand sliding along her flank into reaching to play a palm upon Chloe's tummy.<br/><br/>"Can I stay the night?" Phil asked, very slow, his tone gentle, just by her ear, still hidden by her raven hair.<br/>