ON HOLD
#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧
"Witnesses have made statements of seeing you with the wanted vigilante Spider-Man, so what we would like to know is whether or not these allegations are true."
"Half the city of New York has been seen with Spid...
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Peter's shy grin extended as he reached his hand out to me, bouquet between his fingers begging for me to stare at it. I'll admit, it's a very kind and unforgettable gesture.
But I'm not all too sure it makes up for anything that's happened in the last twenty-four hours. I can still feel his feverous and prodding hands roaming along my body as if he's doing it right now.
I still wish they were, honestly.
But instead, he's apologizing for ditching me in the most heated moment of my entire life.
"I--uh... I'm sorry, MJ. Really, I am. I just-- I just couldn't keep going. It was too wrong," Peter lowered his hand that held onto the flowers, a deep sigh escaping his chest. "I know I've been a douche-- or shit. I guess 'shit' is a better word. I've been shit to you; I realize now. I know you really like me... it was wrong of me to take advantage of that uh-- this morning. When we--"
"Yea," I interrupted, wishing he'd just get the words out. Still, his dorkiness is extremely adorable even if I am pissed off.
He sat the flowers on the coffee table between us, disregarding the alcoholic mess before him. Thankfully, if I might add.
"I like you," he said. It's the second time he's admitted it, but it doesn't fail to make me all clammy. "I really do. I guess... I guess it's guilt that drives my brain to make stupid decisions with you. I want to take my time around you, ya know? I'm so scared though, MJ. I'm scared that-- that I'll mess up again. Or-- more so the fact that someone can find out you're important to Spider-Man, right? A-And then what happens?"
I frowned, my heart thumping crazy in my chest while I watch him begin to fall apart right in front of me. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at the bouquet still sitting on the table, his hand awkwardly scratching the back of his head. He shoved his hands in his pant pockets after doing so, trying to avoid meeting my stare at him.
"I don't know," I truthfully admitted, wishing my voice came out stronger and sterner since I'm trying so hard to stay upset at him. But the more he talks the more he's proving it to be impossible to stay angry. I can't be upset with him for trying to do things correctly between us.
"You're so beautiful. You're courageous and strong, and you've got this entirely different type of spunk that May's warned me all about since I told her about you. You're not at all like Gwen, not really. Something in my chest is telling me Gwen would be upset if I moved on so quickly. Shit, it's only been what-- five months? F-Five months too short. Five months that I've spent accepting it-- accepting her death. Three and a half months of no Spider-Man," he sighed, sounding so defeated.
His eyes were growing red the more he tried explaining himself, but I don't want him to stop talking--to stop opening up to me. I need him to tell me more. And despite his growing sadness and desperation, my heart can't help but to flutter at the way he talks about me.
