<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>Warmer<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Chloe<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br/>He chuckled at her teasing. Chloe was always so cute whenever she tried to act dismissive or tough, specially around him - who had been through her best and her worst. It was a little wonder that they had never done anything more than kissing - the plaguing thought that things could change between them should they ever go beyond the occasional making out, specially all over Benny's couch, was terrifying to him. Phil had never had a closer friend than Chloe - with the notable exception of Benny. And with the obvious distinction that Chloe was a girl.<br/><br/>The guy had always marveled at her, and right now, touching her and pulling her against him, he was in heaven. He could crash right there, right now, and just sleep inebriated with the scent of her perfume. "...I never really thought about leaving. I mean, town is small, sure, but it is a very nice place to live. I don't really mind the thriving of the big city." He smiled even as he nuzzled to her raven hair once more, his red mane burning so bright even in the dark gloom.<br/><br/>"You wanna wear me like a canvas?" Phil teased back, smirking even as his hand very slowly reached into her shirt, caressing her pale flank with the slow pace of a snail<br/><br/>"I'd rather make memories with you. From you."