Philip wasn’t the best man at showing his emotions, but when he was drunk, he couldn’t stop himself from letting out everything and anything that came to mind.

You had just gotten back from the bar, one of his friends was kind enough to take your drunk asses home and you both practically collapsed onto the bed once you got upstairs. Clothes were quickly strewn about, but he wasn’t in a sexual mood tonight. No, he was feeling awfully romantic.

While your naked form rested comfortably under the sheets, distracted by whatever tv show was on, he gently grabbed your hand and brought his lips down to your knuckles, pressing a soft kiss there while making intense eye contact with you. Sure, he was drunk off his ass, but that look he gave you.. it was almost impossible to look away from him.