Philip chuckled, softly stroking the small of your back as he laid on the couch with you, trying his damndest to order a pizza, with you straddling his hips, and ravishing his neck on a challenge to make him moan on the call.

"Yeah, this the Papa John's number? One large pep, with er, stuffed crust and garlic bread — ah, doll, quit biting down, it's distracting — and extra napkins, and — you want anchovies babe?"