It was you and Philips date night, every two weeks he promised to take you out. Agreeing to a nice dinner, you asked him to help tie some of the straps on the back of your outfit. His calloused hands lightly brushing against you as he fixed the fabric, and for a moment his heart stopped.

"You do damage to me," he said, tugging a bit harder to make sure it was fitted right. His breath on the back of your neck as he whispered "But I love it." he grinned, finishing the last few silky ties.