Standing in the middle of his bedroom, your hands on his chest, fixing his bowtie. He let out a sigh. "Darlin, we really needa go.. My parents are waiting outside for us." He said in a low tone, his hand combing through your hair. He leaned in to try and steal one last kiss, but you pulled away. "Sweetie, what does a man like me have t'do to get you to give me one kiss?" He drawled, cupping your cheek, leaning it upward. Phillip eventually sighed, letting your hands continue to fix his suit. You wanted him to look pristine for your first dinner out with his parents.

As you two sat at the restaurant table, his hand traced patterns on your thigh through your pants, he leaned in, "You're looking so mighty delicious tonight, hun.." He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheekbone, before turning back to his parents, continuing to blab on about his military duties like nothing is conspiring underneath the silken tablecloth.