Undefeated

Chapter Thirty-One

I feel Peter's lips against my neck, softly kissing my skin. This wakes me up enough to notice the blaring of the alarm clock. I stretch and groan sleepily, but it comes out sounding more like I moan.

"Good morning, sweets." Peter says.

"Mmm." I hum, still not awake enough to speak.

"Do you want to go to school today?"

"Mm."

"I'm going to take that as a no."

"Mm Mm."

I open my eyes and turn to look at Peter. When my eyes meet his I am instantly reminded of last night, and it feels as if there are butterflies in my stomach all over again.

"I love you." I smile, before kissing him.

"I love you." He says against my lips.

As we are kissing I notice a sensual song playing in the background.

"God, Pete, how long did you make this playlist?"

"Uh..."

"Never mind, I'm not sure I want to know." Peter laughs nervously and I giggle under my breath. "So... round two?"

"Really?" Peter beams.

"I mean, I so would... but on second thought, I'm not sure I can move."

"What?! Did I hurt you? Why didn't you say anything? I'm so sorry, Gracee I-"

"Peter, Peter, Peter. It's fine, I'm fine. More than fine. Walking is overrated anyways."

"But you said-"

"It's called exaggeration, love. Look, I'll prove to you that I'm fine."

I sit up and scoot forwards on the bed, wincing slightly at the movement. I can feel Peter's eyes on my bare body as I stand up, keeping my face straight to hide the pain that I am in. It's not that bad. I've been through much worse. And after last night, the pain is worth it.

"See?" Peter doesn't respond, his eyes still on my body, pupils dilated. "Pete?"

"Hm?"

"Never mind." I laugh, before picking my silk robe off of his floor that I had at some point left in here, and slowly putting it on. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to join?"

"Well, uh, actually there is, uh... I'll just stay here. I need to do... something." Peter clears his throat.

I lose control of my eyes and my gaze trails down Peter's body to see a bulge in the sheets where Peter's- well, where it is.

"Or... I could do something?" I say, not meaning to let my nerves make it sound like a question.

It takes a minute for Peter to understand what I mean, before his eyes widen and he goes red. "N- no. Gracee, you really don't have to. I don't want you to feel like you do."

"I want to make you feel good though."

"You already have, sweets. Last night was amazing."

"But that was last night. We're talking about now." I say. "Come take a shower with me."

"O- okay." Peter stands up quickly and pulls his boxers on.

When I take a step my leg gives out, and I stumble slightly, before straightening myself and holding my breath. My legs feel stiff when I walk, but I make it look believable. We open the door quietly and then run to the bathroom, where I take off my robe and Peter takes off his boxers. We giggle as we get in the shower and stand under the warm stream of water.