words//phan

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I move closer to Phil, and he tenses up.
'Are you okay, Phil?' I ask.
He hastily nods his head.
I'm not convinced.
We begin the project, and before we know it, it's dark.
'Do you just wanna lay on the grass?' Phil asks me, and I nod.
We move from under the tree so we can see the stars.
I lay down next to him, our hands touching.
He laces his fingers through mine, and shifts closer to me, and lays his head on my shoulder.
I lay my head atop his, and he whispers;
'I like you.'