I moan as he bites my ear lobe, he moves so our foreheads meet. He plays with his lip ring as he stares at my bottom lip. I can't take no more, I have to have him. "Luke, please,"I groan,"if you don't stop soon I won't be able to prevent what's going to happen next." He smiles like a madman and licks his lips as he traces his hands down my spine, I instantly rub my hips against his. A delicate moan escapes his perfect lips as his head roles back. A stall slamming shut with the patters of a girls feet run out of the bathroom snaps me back into reality. I gently put my hands on his chest to push him away but he holds his ground. He swings his fingers no in front of me."Too late," he says seductively. Fine I'm going to have to go another route. I slide my finger into his pants and taunt him, his eyes go wide and he grits his teeth. His eyes roll back, he is slightly distracted, this is my chance. I kiss him wildly and wisper,"see you soon love," and slide past him.

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"