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Chloe felt like everything was happening in slow motion as he moved towards her. "Philip," she whispered.

"What?" he murmured back.

"I’m still a little scared," she finally admitted as his face moved closer to hers. Scared of being kissed again, but more scared that he wouldn’t. Scared of the way he made her feel, how he made her forget where she was and who she was. Scared of the unknown feelings he caused to rise up in her. Scared of how completely she lost control.

Philip stopped his movement towards her to study her. She was like a skittish kitten that wanted to be pet but was cautious about getting too close. His other hand moved up to frame her face as well. He smiled a knowing smile that completely unnerved Chloe. He was too handsome for his own good and she was finding herself powerless to deny him anything. Philip again moved his face closer to her own.

"There’s only one way to get over that," Philip said, his lips hovering over hers. "You need to face your fears." Philip’s lips then met hers in bone-melting softness, brushing over her again and again. Chloe felt like she could just melt into the couch, but somehow managed to tentatively creep her hands up to his chest, resting them there. Philip continued with the soft butterfly kisses over her mouth, allowing her to relax, to adjust, to enjoy.

Chloe’s hands moved up his chest and wrapped around his neck and without even realizing she was doing it, she tried to pull him closer to her, instinctively urging him to deepen the kiss. With a small laugh that got buried in their kisses, Philip complied. Her lips were so warm and soft and tasted of root beer. Philip allowed his tongue to run across her lower lip to taste her even further and nearly lost it when she moaned softly in response. Philip felt like he was drowning in Chloe. Any and all rational thoughts stopped, and there was nothing but her, nothing but the way she felt and the way she tasted, the way she smelled of strawberries. Her scent swirled all around him, more intoxicating than any perfume he’d ever encountered.

Chloe suddenly pulled away. "Do you hear that ringing?"

"You hear bells, too?" Philip smiled devilishly at her, noting how flushed her cheeks were, how her breathing was as shallow and as quick as his own. He started to move in to kiss her again but she pressed her hands against his chest, preventing him.

"No, not bells. A bell. Like a telephone."

Philip could suddenly hear it too. It was his cell phone. Muttering a string of swear words that would have made a sailor blush under his breath he fumbled with his jeans pockets, turning away from Chloe so that she wouldn’t see the obvious evidence of his arousal. That might really freak her out. He stood up and walked towards the doors, flipping the phone open and nearly breaking it in half when he hit a button on it as hard as he could.

"Somebody had better be dead," Philip scowled into the phone. He was tired of interruptions. Tired of people always intruding on his time with Chloe.

"Hello to you too, Phil," Shawn replied sarcastically. "And would it make you feel better if someone had almost died?"

"What are you talking about?" Philip queried as he turned halfway around to see if Chloe was watching him. She was busy gathering up the popcorn that had fallen to the floor when the bowl had been knocked from her lap when they’d started kissing. She glanced up at him as if she’d sensed him looking at her. He turned back around so that he was facing the doors.

"I’m talking about Belle. She had an accident tonight and almost drowned."

"Holy sh…is she okay?" Philip asked, suddenly feeling like a jerk.

"Yeah, she’s fine. I just wanted to let you know. And Chloe, too. She’s with you, I’m assuming?"

"Yeah, she’s with me."

"So that’s why you’re so upset that I called," Shawn teased. He’d obviously interrupted something. The K-Man was going to have to spill tomorrow.

"Whatever. Look, do you need us to come over? Because we can," Philip told him, refraining from sighing. Maybe the Fates were trying to tell him that things with Chloe weren’t going to happen. They never seemed to go the way he wanted them to. And now their first date was going to be cut short because they’d need to go see Belle. He knew it was selfish of him, especially considering what had just happened to Belle, but was it too much to ask to have one uninterrupted night with Chloe?

"Actually, no. Belle asked that you guys not come over. She’s exhausted and already went up to bed. She didn’t want any more visitors tonight. I’m here, Mimi’s here, and all of Belle’s family. We’ve got it covered. You guys can come see her tomorrow."

"Oh," Philip said, realizing that his wish had just been granted. He looked up and mouthed the words "thank you" and then to Shawn said, "We’ll be sure to stop by tomorrow."

"Hey, Phil? There’s one more thing."

"What’s that?"

"Before Belle fell in the water, she asked me about taking Chloe to the dance." Philip felt his stomach drop, and had a hard time swallowing. Did Belle know? "What did you say?" he finally stammered.

"I didn’t tell her anything yet. But we’re going to have to tell them. Soon," Shawn informed him.

"Not tonight," Philip pleaded in a low voice so that Chloe wouldn’t overhear. "Let me have tonight. We’ll tell them tomorrow."

"Okay, tomorrow. Look, I’d better go. See ya."

"Later," Philip responded as he hung his phone up. He turned around to see Chloe standing in front of the couch, watching him.

"Is everything okay?" she asked. "I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help overhearing. Was someone hurt?"

"Belle. She had an accident and Shawn said she nearly drowned. I didn’t get the details," Philip said as he began walking towards her. "But she’s fine now."

"Are we going over there?" she questioned in a semi-frantic tone.

"No, Belle asked us not to come over until tomorrow. She’s already gone to bed," he responded as he came around the couch and stood in front of her.

"You know, it’s starting to get a little late. Maybe you should take me home," Chloe told him. She was afraid that if she stayed he’d kiss her again, and Chloe didn’t know if she could take the world careening so out of control again.

The wheels in Philip’s head began turning. How could he get her to stay? He didn’t want to take her home yet. Before he could stop himself he blurted out, "You can’t go."

Chloe put both of her hands on her hips. "And why can’t I?"

"Because your clothes are still wet. I forgot to get Henderson to put them in the dryer. And you can’t go home wearing my clothes. I know your mother. She will have a coronary if you come home wearing my stuff." Philip smiled, immensely pleased with himself.

Chloe raised one eyebrow at him, but couldn’t help agreeing. Nancy would invariably freak out if she went home in her current state. "How long will it take my stuff to dry?"

Probably fifteen minutes, Philip thought, if not sooner, considering that they’d been drying in the bathroom this whole time. "Maybe like an hour or so. You know, we could watch another movie while they dry."

Against her better judgment, Chloe folded her arms and nodded her head. "Okay."

Philip had to turn to hide his smile of victory, and missed seeing Chloe’s own smile of amusement as she was fully aware of what Philip had just done. He was about as subtle as a sledgehammer. Philip went to get Chloe’s clothes and when he came back out of the bathroom he asked her if she had a cell phone. "In my purse," she nodded. "Why?"

"Can you get it?" he asked. Chloe picked her purse up from the side of the couch where she’d dropped it and handed her cell phone to Philip. "I just want to make sure that we don’t have any more interruptions," Philip grinned. "Be right back."

He was as good as his word and was back quickly, making sure to lock the doors behind him. "I know this great movie we can watch. Ever hear of ‘Say Anything’?"

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There’d been no hesitation during this movie. Chloe had immediately curled up next to Philip as soon as the movie came on, and he had held her close. The closing credits began rolling as Nancy Wilson’s "All For Love" played. Philip could feel Chloe’s lithe frame shaking. "Are you cold?" he asked, reaching behind him to get her a blanket off of the back of the couch.

"No," she said in a choked up voice.

"Are you crying?" he asked in disbelief. Austin had said this was a killer movie to get a girl all emotional, but he hadn’t known that it would really work.

"No," she practically sobbed, trying to wipe the tears off of her cheeks. This getting in touch with her emotions stuff was driving her nuts. She cried at the drop of a hat now. She’d read in the paper earlier that day that a new Wal-Mart was having a grand opening tomorrow. Maybe I should go so that I can cry about that, too, she thought sarcastically.

Philip marveled at what a contradiction Chloe was. Sophisticated but innocent. Sweet and vulnerable, but strong and disciplined. Smart but naïve. Dark and cold one minute, light and warm the next. He’d never known anyone like her.

"How could anyone say that you are made out of ice?" Philip softly wondered aloud. He knew from personal experience just how passionate she could be.

Chloe looked up at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Philip reached away to brush tears off of her cheeks, and Chloe almost jumped. Something happened to her whenever Philip touched her. Some kind of electricity always sparked through her. One of his hands had moved to her neck and his fingers were playing with the pulse at the base of her neck. She was suddenly aware of the fact that he was affected too. She could see his jaw tightening. Could actually see the narrowing of his eyes as they focused on her mouth. It was what she wanted but feared at the same time.

Philip then reached up to smooth back her hair, aware of the fact that his hand was shaking. Would he ever get used to what it felt like to touch her? He trailed his hand down the side of Chloe’s face, savoring the feeling of her silky skin.

He ran one thumb over her lower lip and he watched her shivering response to his touch. His gazed trained on her mouth with obvious intent, and her heartbeat kicked into a frantic rhythm. Her lips tingled from his touch, and from anticipation of his kiss. Her breath caught in her throat at his expression.

"Chloe, do you know what happens when you mix ice with heat?"

"Water?" she whispered.

Philip shook his head. "Steam."

His mouth suddenly swooped down to hers, and he decided that a bolt of lightning would have been less shocking. He then knew he’d never get used to what it felt like to kiss her. Each kiss felt like he was doing it for the first time. Philip could already feel the heat beginning. The slow gradual simmer that began deep inside then radiated upward, pulsing through his veins until the blood in them flowed like lava. He pulled her as close to him as he could, making sure that not even a shadow could pass between them. She reached up with her hands and began running them through his hair, raking her nails lightly on his scalp. It made his heart stop for an instant before it began to pound in a heavy and loud rhythm. Philip’s mouth slanted over hers again and again, the kisses increasing in intensity from one moment to the next. This wasn’t what he intended. He’d wanted to take things slowly. It was just that every time he kissed her he lost all sense of reason, time and place. He couldn’t think. All he could do was feel.

His tongue darted between her parted lips meeting hers, sending a shaft of heat straight through them both. Chloe could have sworn she heard the opening strains to the "Hallelujah Chorus" when his tongue moved quickly against her own. A huge chasm seemed to be opening beneath her, and Chloe felt like she was falling, with only Philip to hold onto.

"I could kiss you forever," Philip murmured against her skin as he finally broke the kiss, moving to kiss her jawline over to her ear. Her skin was so soft that he ached to run his lips against every inch of it. She was so warm, so soft, and smelled of strawberries.

"Promise?" she whispered as his hands delved into the silky softness of her hair.

"…forever, Chloe…"

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Several hours later Philip was walking Chloe to her front door. Craig and Nancy hadn’t given her a curfew, but she felt guilty nonetheless. And giddy. And excited. And beautiful. And wanted. And for the first time in a long time, really, really happy. They stopped in front of the door, the moonlight and porch light shining down on them.

"You know what my favorite line from that movie was?" Chloe asked as she looked up at Philip. "When the girl asks ‘Nobody thinks we’ll make it do they?’ And he responds, ‘You just described every great success story.’"

"I’d say that’s a fairly accurate statement," Philip nodded. "Hey, did I ever tell you that my eyes change colors depending on the mood I’m in?" Philip teased her as he pulled her against him, his arms tightening around her waist.

"Is that so, Chameleon-boy?" Chloe replied as her arms slipped around his neck.

"It is. Watch. This is what they look like when I’m happy." Philip plastered a big grin on his face.

"Okay," Chloe laughed.

"And this is what they look like when I’m sad." Philip put on a look of mock sadness. His eye color didn’t change at all. "And this is angry." Philip furrowed his eyebrows and tried to look angry, and his eye color again didn’t change. Chloe let out her lilting laughter.

She suddenly noticed that his eyes were turning a darker shade of blue. "Oh, they really are changing! What are you feeling right now?"

"Like I want to kiss you," Philip breathed, his lips settling on hers in a long and lingering kiss.

The porch light began to flicker and Chloe realized that Nancy was standing on the other side of the door. "I’d better go in," she said, pulling away from him.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her back against him, kissing her again. Philip released her and began walking away when she boldly grabbed his arm and pulled him back against her for one final kiss. Philip smiled in surprise at Chloe initiating a kiss.

"Good night," she whispered, letting herself in and closing the door behind her.

"A good night, indeed," Philip replied, whistling to himself as he returned to his car. For a brief moment he wondered what kind of nights Brady and Shawn were having – and if they even began to compare to his own.

to be continued...

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