Chapter 27

The room was so silent after you spoke, that you would have heard the whoosh of a feather falling, you could guarantee it.

The only indication he gave that he heard you, was that his eyes widened the tiniest bit, and you saw his pupils dilate slightly.

That was it. That was his only reaction.

Somehow, the lack of reaction spurred you on.

"I'm in love with you." You repeated. Again, no response. "And I know you love me. And I want you to be with me. I want you to break up with Jenny, because I don't understand why you started dating her anyway when you told me you loved me. But either way, I want you to break up with her, and I want you to be with me."

He said nothing, but this time you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch, like he was clenching his teeth.

"So..that's it. That's what I wanted to say. That's why I waited outside your apartment. Just to tell you that...I love you." You repeated, unable to stop yourself saying it for the third time. It was like word vomit, like your heart had taken over your brain and was spewing it out of your mouth. "So...I guess I'll go now." You muttered, when he just kept staring at you.

You made it as far as putting your hand on his door handle when he finally spoke.

"Why didn't you break up with him sooner?" His voice was rough and crackly, like he'd just woken up. You closed your eyes briefly before turning around to respond, to see that he had also turned to face you.

"Because I was an idiot, clearly. Thought I had to have a whole plan. I realised recently that...the plan didn't make a difference to how it felt, how it happened. I didn't want him anymore, and he wasn't all too sorry about what he did. I was dragging it out for no reason. And now we're...you're with.."

"With Jenny?"

"And we're back at square one." You agreed.

"But we're not. We're not back at square one. Are we?" He asked, stepping closer until he stood right in front of you. "He's not in the picture anymore, and you didn't love me then. So it's not square one." You looked up at him, feeling overwhelmed by how close he was now. You felt your breaths get shallower as he stared down at you.

"Well it-" You whispered.

"You don't want me to be with her." He clarified, and you shook your head in agreement.

His eyes flickered down to your lips. You'd seen him do it a hundred times. You were about to push him away, knowing what it meant, knowing what he was thinking of doing. But the next words out of his mouth made you pause.

"Good thing I broke up with her then isn't it?"

That tense silence came flooding back into the room. Your mouth dropped open slightly as your brain processed his words. You saw the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"W-What?" You breathed.

"I broke up with her. Yesterday." He reiterated.

"Why?"

He chuckled. "You know why." He said, his hands reaching up to rest on the wood either side of your head, the movement making his face get even closer to you. "Because I didn't want to be with her either."

"Then...why were you?" You asked, the anticipation of what this meant cutting through your brain fog enough for you to ask a coherent question.

"Because," He leaned down, his mouth brushing over yours as he spoke. "I was an idiot too. An idiot for thinking that you had gone back to him. And I realised that I didn't want to be an idiot anymore. I wanted to be something else instead."

"What's that?"

"Yours."

He didn't let you respond, he just crashed his lips to yours, pushing your body back against the door.

The whimper you let out at the contact was ungodly. When his hands grabbed your waist and pushed you back harder, your body just melted into him. Melted under his touch, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you struggled to breathe, your hands going to his hair to grip his curls.

His entire body was pressed against yours as he kissed you, claiming you, and you let him. He grabbed your thighs, lifting you up, guiding your legs around his waist, then turning you both around. As his hands snaked around your waist, holding you up, you made your way through his apartment, using a break in the kiss to look at where he was taking you.

You weren't surprised when you saw his bedroom door briefly, before he brought your attention back to him with another kiss. Seconds later, he was dropping you on his bed, your mouths unwillingly separating. When you saw him pulling his Tshirt over his head, you suddenly thought of something.

"I..Peter stop.." You breathed as he leant down, kissing you, then kissing down your neck.

"Why?" He asked, not stopping, but kissing you more, harder, trying to urge you to lay back.

"I need to shower." You mumbled. You felt his lips freeze, then he brought his head back up to look you in the eyes.

"What?" He said, trying to fight a smile.

"I need to shower. We can't...I haven't...I need to shower first." You repeated, a little embarrassed. Why did you ever think that you could talk to Peter without this happening?

"I really don't care." He said before grabbing your neck and kissing you. You put your hands on his chest, pushing him gently to make him stop. "Fine." He whined, getting back off the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. "We'll shower."

He had pulled you out of his bedroom and towards your bathroom before you registered what he said.

"Wait, we?" You asked as he smiled at you as he closed the bathroom door behind you both.

"Yeah. We." He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you sweetly, until you kissed back, and then he quickly fell back into the same urgency he had a minute ago. He reached down, grabbing your jumper, and your top, pulling them off both at once, throwing them onto the floor as his mouth found yours again. Your brain finally kicked into gear, finally coming round to what Peter was implying, and you reached for his jeans.

He smiled into your mouth as he felt you react, helping you undo his buttons and kicking his jeans off, before reaching for yours as he pushed you back against the door. You let him take your jeans off, let him run his hand up your back to unclip your bra, shrugging it off, and then he was pulling your half naked body against him, the skin on skin contact making your brain short-circuit.

There was a sound of water hitting tiles, limbs bumping into each other as you stepped, but his tongue sliding over yours dulled the noise around you. It wasn't until the water hit your skin that you refocused on something that wasn't Peter. And even then it was only brief.

He crowded you against the shower wall, his hands either side of your head, as you broke the kiss to reach down for your underwear, peeling them off and throwing them out of the shower. Smiling at you, he did the same with his boxers, moaning lightly into your mouth as you grabbed his face and kissed him again. His hands ran over you, half rubbing the water into your skin, half just needing to feel you. As the water poured over the two of, as he moved to kiss your neck, the cold feeling of the tile on your back became less obvious.

"Reckon you're washed enough yet?" He said, his voice barely audible over the shower as your neck muffled his words.

"It's been two seconds." You laughed back. "I actually need to wash."

Peter responded by reaching out, grabbing his body wash, taking his mouth off your neck while squirting some into his hands. He was looking down at you with a wicked look in his eyes, like he was just about ready to devour you. It made you shiver.

Before you knew it, his hands were back on you, rubbing the soap into your skin, over your shoulders, down your chest, your stomach. His eyes followed his hands, trailing over your body as though he couldn't quite believe you were in front of him. As though he was trying to claim every inch of you with his hands.

When his hands went back to your breasts, you grabbed his neck and kissed him again. With your tongues mingling together, he kept massaging your breast, the other hand going to your ass, pulling your body flush with his with a hard grip.

After a few more seconds, the water had washed most of the soap off, and the hand that was on your ass moved again. Round your thigh. Towards your core.

His fingers stroked you, the sensation flooding through you as his kiss pinned you to the wall. The water from the shower allowed him to slide effortlessly over your core, your clit, until your body was overpowered with a sudden need to have more.

"Peter.." You breathed, pulling back slightly to speak. "Bedroom."

He reacted instantly. Pulling you off the wall, turning the water off, and leading you out of the shower.

You were both dripping water onto the floor but he didn't care. He cupped your face in his hands as you walked back to the bedroom you'd left ten minutes earlier. He pushed you against the wall, taking a second to kiss you senseless. Then you were walking forward, pushing him towards the bed until he fell on it, you climbing over him as his tongue explored your mouth, as his hands explored your body.

"You said..." He breathed in between the heady kisses. "That the next time we did this...you'd let me taste you." You moaned into his lips at his words, his fingers tangling in your wet hair, guiding your face away so that he could kiss your neck. "You gonna let me taste you babygirl?"