Sunset Secret (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 65

PETER'S POV:
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I sit on my bed, scrolling through my phone just to pass time. "Hey, Pete?" I look up to see (y/n) standing in the doorway of my room. "What's up?"

She steps inside, looking down at the floor and then back up at me with a mixed expression. I furrow my eyebrows.

"Is something wrong?"

"We need to talk."

I pat a space on my bed, and she sits down in front of me, twiddling her thumbs, seeming unsure about something. She takes a deep breath, straightening her shoulders and looking me in the eye, her seriousness filling me with worry. "So," she starts, and I fidget a bit.

"Um." She pauses to clear her throat, letting out another deep exhale. "Okay. So, uh, the other day, when I found out the foster project was approved, we were both super excited. And, um- god- uh... Well, I don't know if you actually remember this, but I think your happiness got the best of you, and you, um..."

Oh, god.

Oh, no, no, no.

Of course I remember. Of course. How could I not remember kissing the girl that is one of the people most important to me?

"You... kissed me."

The last words come as a whisper, and I look over her face to see her true emotions. Her outer expression is timid, worrying. But her eyes hold something that looks like hope. "Yeah..." my voice trails off as both of us don't know what to say. How do you approach the situation of when you kissed your best friend, the girl you really, really like, and are about 89% sure that she doesn't feel the same?

Exactly.

"I think you're right, you know, about it being a sort of thing where I wasn't thinking straight."

Her eyes widen, shoulders falling a little, "Really?"

"Yeah. But, I-I'm still not exactly sure, though." She furrows her eyebrows, tilting her head slightly as I scoot closer to her on the bed. "What do you mean?"

I look into her eyes, seeing them start to become glossy as her voice weakens. "Just... please don't treat me differently after this or anything, I'm just trying something."

(Y/n) nods, and I hesitantly bring my hand to cup her cheek, gently running my fingers against her oh, so soft skin. She leans into my palm just a bit, maintaining eye contact. My heart pounds against my ribcage, and I slowly move my head closer, tilting her chin upwards so our lips finally connect.

And it feels like heaven.

Her lips fit perfectly with mine, sending waves of electricity through me, and I long for more.

I can feel her relax a bit, and I bring my other hand up to brush her hair away from her face, letting it rest at the nape of her neck. After a few seconds of pure elation, we both pull away, not changing our positions. She looks into my eyes, and I desperately long for the few words to come out of her mouth. The words I need her to say.

"I... I think it might've just been a heat of the moment... sort of thing. I didn't really feel... anything."

Damn it.

I take my hands back, sadness filling me. "Yeah..."

I had my chance, and I took it. At least I know what it feels like to have tried.

"... Nothing."

YOUR POV:
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That one word hurt so much more than I thought it would. Nothing. I stand up and leave his room, opening the door to mine just as the tears begin to fall. Why didn't I have the guts to tell him? But it's good that I didn't. It wasn't mutual. He didn't feel the same.

And that's okay.

Right?

I walk over to my bed, slowly crawling under the covers and curling up into a sad, miserable little ball. The feeling and taste of Peter's kiss lingers, making me feel even worse.

I shouldn't have brought it up.

Heartbreak number four.