phil
dan and i sat on the couch, watching 'friends'. dan sat on the opposite end of the couch from me, his arms wrapped around his knees.
i hadn't realised how mesmerised i was until dan lifted his hand up to fix his fringe, and peered over at me, probably looking like a creep. blood rushed to my face as i tore my eyes away from him and back towards the show.
"phil?" dan's head was facing me and his eyes were chocolatey pools of brown, innocent and questioning.
"yes?" he didn't answer. instead he gently crawled over to me, lifted my arm, and slipped under it and laid his head on my lap.
"hi," he looked up at me, with the cutest fucking smile before snuggling into my stomach.
"what is with you and cuddling?" i chuckled.
"i don't know, there's just something about you that's so„ cuddle-able,"
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