<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Chloe  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Chloe’s place<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Getting warm<br/><strong> TAGGING:</strong>Phillip<br/><br/><br/>With a gentle, yet firm move, Phil stood his ground. Just like that he brushed away her doubts, not so much her insecurities. Chloe froze at his touch, as casual as it may seemed to her, and said nothing until he moved to embrace her from behind. He kept her close, sliding his hand gently down her tummy and she relaxed. This was Phil. And this was not so very different from before. It didn’t have to mean anything special. Every moment with him had been special. And she did want to make his graduation night worthwhile.<br/><br/>“Yeah, of course you can.” She whispered back, trying to sound normal. “It’s not like I have anything to fear, Mr. Casanova.” She joked, suddenly getting some nerve. “Just don’t come running into<strong>my</strong>bed if you get spooked, k?”<br/><br/>Chloe stretched her legs and released all that pent-up tension she had been dealing with ever since the party. Slightly leaning with her back into him, she drew invisible circles at the back of his hand with her finger.<br/><br/>“You know, I was thinking of learning how to make tattoos. I’d give you one for free if you don’t go away somewhere far.” They never talked about what they will be doing after graduation. Never talked about her going to art school in the city. As if time would stand still if they never talk about the future.  “It’s not going to be a memory, ok? Just something from me.”<br/><br/>