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"I NEED YOU TO BE MY PLUS ONE FOR SOMETHING," Phil rolls over as I try to catch my breath. "What?" I cover my bare chest with more of the comforter.
This was unusual for Phil. We weren't public, that reasoning being we're fuck buddies. Who goes public with that?
"I have a football party and almost everyone has a plus one. I need one, you're the best fit," he looks me up and down. "And then I can take whatever you're wearing off of you," his finger grazes up my arm.
"And what is the attire?" I stare at him, "Well, it's fancy. Not sure if there is a specific color code," he leans on his elbow. "I guess that will work for me," I shrug.
I roll out of bed, looking around for my clothes. "It's on Thursday," he sits up in bed. "Okay," I mutter as I grab pieces of my clothing.
"You don't want to spend the night?" he watches me pace around the room, "No it's alright," I huff as I search for my shirt. "Have you seen my shirt?" I ask him.
"You mean this one?" he smirks as he holds up my shirt. "Yes, give it," I lean forward to grab it. He holds it out and as I walk to grab it, he teasingly pulls it away, causing me to fall into his lap.
