My Only Wish

Chapter Four: Swimming In Secrets

I let out a small groan and nuzzle my face against the firm warmth beneath me. My eyes slowly flutter open to a dimly lit room. My gaze floats around the room before I let out a huff of air and lean up on one elbow. As soon as my eyes trail down to the person beneath me, my cheeks flush red.

Right below me, his face mere inches from mine, is none other than Peter Pan.

The tint on my face deepens as I analyze his defined features. A small smile tugs at my lips as I gently place my hand on his cheek. I brush a few stray hairs out of his eyes with my fingertips. Tilting my head slightly to the side, I run my thumb along his bottom lip. The pale pink skin feels velvety under my touch.

At my action, Peter lets out a groan and begins to stir. A small, almost inaudible, gasp escapes my throat and I immediately lay my head back onto his chest, turning my face away from him. I feel him stretch out beneath me, letting out another groan as he does so.

My ear pressing against his chest gives me the perfect opportunity to listen to his heart. Which is now beginning to speed up. His breathing begins to fall more irregular and heavy as he begins to wake up fully. I feel the mattress behind me rise slightly, causing my own breathing to miss a few inhales.

A single second later his hand falls onto my hair. He begins running his fingers through it, careful not to tug on the tangles that appear ever so often. My eyelids grow heavy once more as he drags his hand through my hair.

He's about to put me to sleep. I guess I better actually wake up now before I pass out.

I let out a string of mumbles and stretch my body a little. Peter immediately takes his hand out of my hair and lays it back in its previous spot on the bed. I slowly sit up, holding myself up with my hand.

"Good morning," Peter says, a chuckle lacing his voice.

"Morning," I reply while rubbing my eyes, my gaze focusing on his lightly tinted cheeks.

He's always blushing. What is up with him?

I let out a yawn and stretch out once more before sliding out of the bed. I walk over to the dresser along the wall and tug the top drawer open. I pull out a dark green long sleeve shirt of Peter's and lay it over my arm. I pull the next drawer open and grab a pair of black leggings out of it before shutting it. With a small wave to Peter I walk into his bathroom and push the door closed behind me.

I quickly change into my clothes and begin to brush my teeth. As I do, I stare at my reflection. My slowly perfecting reflection. Another benefit of Neverland I suppose.

The perfection.

Everyone and everything that enters Neverland slowly becomes perfect.

I guess I'm no exception.

I finish brushing my teeth and rinse my mouth out. Pulling my hair to the side, I quickly tie it into a low messy bun and pull a few stray hairs out around my face. As I stare at my reflection I slowly bring my hand up to my mouth and run my thumb along my lip.

Stop it, (Y/n). You're looking too far into it. He will never feel that way about you.

A small sigh exits my mouth and I let my hand fall to my side. I shake my head a little before opening the bathroom door. When I do, I'm greeted by Peter walking towards the bathroom with his clothes in his hand. My heart flutters a bit as soon as I see him, but I quickly shake off the feeling and move out of the doorway.

"I'll be out in a minute, I just need to get ready first," he says before shutting the bathroom door.

I let out a sigh and make my way to the bedroom door. I walk through the hall and into the kitchen area of the hideout. All the boys are already sitting down at the table and, much to my surprise, breakfast is already fixed.