"Dan. Are you even listening to me?" Phil laughed. He snapped his fingers in front of my face, trying to get my attention. Technically, he already did have my attention. He was pretty much the only thing on my mind. I'd say that qualifies as very attentive.
But I was more so focused on trying to finish my monologue to him than on what he was actually saying. "I'm sorry. What?" I asked.
He tsked disapprovingly, shaking his head and causing his fringe to fall into his eyes. "You know sometimes I wonder if..." he trailed off. I had instinctively reached over to brush the strands of hair out of his face. I didn't think, I just did. My eyes widened marginally when I realised what I was doing. But he didn't pull back, so I took that as a good sign.
I allowed my fingers to linger perhaps a lit
