Phil lights several candles in his bedroom as I look up at our mural, having so many things to add to it now, including this moment.
"Uh, Phil, you know this is a fire hazard, right?"
Phil laughs heartily. "Oh, shut up," he says, connecting our lips.
I smile. "Phil, we're supposed to be together," I say.
Phil nods. "I feel that too."
"My life has changed so much in these past few months because of you. I can thank you for all of these new friends and the happy feeling that's dwelling inside of me all the time because I know I have you. I can thank you for the good I've done as well," I say, rubbing my arm and looking at Phil nervously.
Phil smiles. "You're the best person I know."
"And you're the best person I know. Why are you lighting candles and playing music and stuff?," I ask.
"We should relax and just enjoy the moment. We've been so busy with helping people lately. I think it's time to help ourselves."
"Okay," I say, hugging Phil. "Soulmate" and "love" appear into the air. When I touched Phil and then myself the other day, the same words appeared.
Phil hugs me back, holding me tightly and comfortably.
I'm only this comfortable in Phil's arms.
I will be forever thankful for Phil Lester's touch.
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Touch ☞☜ Phan
FanfictionDan Howell is capable of identifying the relationship a person has with somebody simply by touching the bare skin of each of the individuals. By using his fingertips, the teenager is able to find out the feelings that the people have for each other...
