Isn't rational, it's Physical.

Chapter 10.

I sat on the soft bed of the enemy. I was defenseless in his territory. 

Light music played through the room as I listened to the lovely sound of running water. I stared at my hands as I waited for him. Peter.

Part of myself wanted to cry.

Another part felt...warm and almost comfortable.

A nice looking lady with pale hair passed by the doorway and gave me a reassuring smile.

"He always takes long showers."

His mom was nice. Sometimes I wondered if she knew of the monster she created.

I smiled and nodded. The lady chuckled to herself and continued down the hall. It wasn't long before the smell of soap and steam filled the space of the hallway.

Peter walked out with damped hair and a towel around his neck. He wore a tight blue t-shirt and jeans.

I kept my gaze down though, only glancing up for a second just to see if he was bare or not. I heard the door closed and I sighed.

"You alright?"

I didn't answer right away. I wasn't sad or mad no. Maybe it was the fact that here I sit before the boy who wanted to end my life.

"Yes."

My voice was small and squeaky. Peter smiled and sat beside me.

"Peter...why did....why were you so mean to me? I would go to school fearing for my life and..."

I stopped and exhaled deeply. The blonde male teen wrapped an arm around my shoulders. 

I breathed in his scent. A fresh welcoming smell with that attractive cologne and his clothes of fresh laundry detergent.

"Jennifer. I did it because you were so perfect. "

He sounded so prepared. As if he had rehearsed this moment and memorized his lines.

"Why? Out of all the girls why me?"

I finally choked out and slid a finger under my eye.

"My dad was abusive. He was a drug addict and. We used to have two pits. One day he got so infuriated with my mom I knew I had to stop it. Well he, chained me to a pole and stood as he let the pitbulls unleash on me. I was mauled Jen. Well, he is in jail now but the scars still show. And sometimes through violence. I hated your perfect life. Your shyness. How you acted to innocent. I needed to prove to myself that you weren't."

I sniffed and pulled away. I'm mot perfect.  I'm not innocent. Am I?

"You think...I'm innocent?"

I didn't know how to feel about his small story. It didn't exactly answer my question either. I sighed and looked at the floor.

"Yes." Peter replied in a-matter-of-fact way. I sighed and pulled away.

"But I'm not."

"Okay. Prove it."

I stared at him then stood up from the bed and stood before him.

"I....I'll get a tattoo. "

"Illegally?"

"Yes." I said with as much confidence as I could.

"You're bluffing. What else?"

I huffed and crossed my arms. "I'll change my style. I'll ride your motorcyle. I'll even sneak in a club and drink."

I didn't know what I was doing. Or saying.  He was doing something to me. Making my say these things. A force came over me. I was saying all this stuff and my head screamed stop. Why couldn't I stop?

"And...?"

I grumbled and stepped up close to Peter. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and jerked his body into me.

"I'll wear tight clothes to show off my piercing."

"What piercing?" He chuckled and I snickered.

"You'll see."

I didn't know what came over me. But I felt, different. I felt so free saying those things. If I don't know how to stop fearing Peter. I need to know how to be like Peter.

I pushed my face into his and let our lips connect. I don't know what I was expecting but he was not soft.

Our hot session started off passionately. My eyes shut tight as his hands trailed up under my shirt.

My skin shivered from his hot touch as our lips danced fervently. I pulled away and gasped of pleasure and Peter pressed his palms against my back. I felt a jerk and was pulled onto his laps.

I swung my legs over his waist and straddled him. The male moaned as his lips crashed onto the skin of my neck.

I bit my lips as his finger tips tickled up my spine and forcefully pulled my shirt over my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to kiss down my collar bone.

I grunted, my arms forcefully pulled back making my back arch to his delight. I moaned and instinctively grinding my hips against him.

So many emotions coarsed through me. I wanted everything. I wanted him.

Peter leisurely and teasingly brought his tongue up my neck and I pulled away.

I pulled myself from his body and stared at him. My breathing was quick and rough. Peter smirked and stood with me.

"You impressed me a little Jen." Peter chuckled against my lips as I panted.

Quickly I pushed him away and wiped my wipe instinctively.

"Ah. Ah. I wasn't trying to...I just.....did."