Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 22

•chapter 2•

TW: slut-shaming, (breif mention of) blood, a little bit of spice towards the beginning.

i sit on my bed, anticipating whether i should text peter about my offer. he usually texts me during the day about things like this, but not today.

however, my work for oscorp has been keeping me very distracted recently. luckily, my job as an intern is easier than gwen's, as a scientist, which i'm still not the best at.

over the last year, i've really taken my brother's words to heart and have been looking after myself. my new job, along with happiness and not being lonely has really given me a better mentality.

my smokings still a problem though. one i need to sort out.

a noise comes from the fire escape next to my room, and my head snaps towards the sound, heart pounding. an outline of a person stands there, but as i creep closer, i see peter. i sigh out of relief, listening to him knock on the window. smiling, i let him in.

"y'know i could just let you in through the door?" i say, smirking. he nods and drags his hands through his hair, chuckling.

"yeah.. but where's the fun in that?" he grins. i roll my eyes playfully, and he pecks my lips before i can turn away. i raise my eyebrows, but throw my arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss.

his hands move from his side and to my waist, holding me in place. you'd think, after all this time, that the butterflies would stop when he held me, but no. after all this time, i still feel differently when he touches me, or kisses me. his presence is addictive, i can't get enough of him.

he bites my lip softly, casuing me to moan quietly. i pull away, whispering "my parents are home!" urgently.

"didn't hear us last time thought did they?" he smirks. i roll my eyes, and he catches my lip in a fast-paced, passionate kiss. he softly pushes me up against my wall, kissing me harder. one of his hands stay planted on my waist, and the other holds my face. he rubs circles on my hip, where his hand stays.

he lips detach from mine, and he trails kisses on my jaw. i lace my hands through his hair, and he continues kissing, but not enough to leave any marks.

"you look so gorgeous today, babe" he mumbles into my neck. i smirk softly, my face turning a light pink. he leaves the crook in my neck, and walks to my window.

"wh-where are you going?" i question, left feeling empty without his touch. he turns around, locking eyes with me.

"skating." he says bluntly, smirking, knowing the effect on me. i grab my board from my door, and go to grab the handle, until i feel pressure on my back, that spins me round to peter. i gasp out of shock, and land in peters arms.

"i- d-did you just web me!?" i ask, eyes wide.

"maybe.." he smiles at me 'innocently'. "come on, let's get going." he whispers into my ear. he opens my window, and before he can pull us both onto the fire escape, i grab both of our boards. i hold on tightly to him, and he shoots a web to a tall building, and swings. i scream, still not used to the feeling of swinging. he chuckles, continues swinging.

my breath is, literally, taken away. my stomach churns, my face hurting from squeezing my eyes so tightly together. and i'm sure peters back hurts from the strong grip i'm using to hold onto him.

luckily, my apartment isn't that far from the skatepark. i feel my feet touch the ground, and opening my eyes, peter hands still stay tight around my waist. i smile, and pull myself out of his grip. i place down my skateboard, and start rolling up and down ramps. peter stands there, looking offended.