Touch

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I woke in Peter's arms, his warm breath caressing my ear. Peter stirs and I feel him wake up. He rolls over and gets out of bed, heading into the bathroom. I slide out of bed and grab a hoodie, I drag myself over to the bathroom. Peter is at the sink washing his face. I turn on my faucet and splash the cold water on my face. Peter looks at me through my reflection and smiles, he looks so cute with his messy hair and sleepy eyes. Peter jumps into the shower whilst I'm in the bedroom changing into something other than pyjamas. I head into the bathroom when I hear the shower turn off. I don't expect to see Peter as he should have gone into the wardrobe attached to the bathroom. I was wrong. Because when I walk in I stare straight at Peter, his lower half wrapped in a towel, his hair dripping with water. My eyes go straight to something else in the room, I spy a dirty shirt on the floor and pick it up and throw it to him. But I couldn't resist looking at his toned upper body first. He sees me looking at him and bites his lower lip. He drops the shirt I threw him and walks over to me. His hand goes to the back of my neck and he pulls me in. He pauses, lips inches from mine. I can feel his breath hitch as I put my hand on his shoulder. I close the gap. His lips are warm from his shower and my heart melts at his touch. Peter pulls away and walks into the wardrobe. My lips tingle at the absence of his.

As we walk down stairs for breakfast, I feel Peter's hand brush mine and I put my hand in his. Peter tenses at the feel of my touch but relaxes almost immediately. We walk in and I earn an interesting look from my parents, they have known I've liked Peter for ages but I've never made a move. Thor was cooking again and he placed some chocolate chip pancakes in front of me and some bacon and eggs in front of Peter. I wasn't mad that he got a fancier breakfast because to be honest I don't really like eggs and bacon is not really my thing either. Morgan starts squirming in her highchair so I sacrificed the small piece of waffle I had left to take her out and let her run around outside. Moments later I get called back inside to be assigned a new mission.

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