Dreams

**Mature Content**
Hot & heavy scenes ahead... If that's not your thing, please respectfully move along.

After a while passes and Pete hasn't answered, I look up. He's closer than before, now leaning on the wall next to the dresser. His eyes are stormy, dark and intense. Something about them makes it hard to look away. We stare at each other for a while before he steps towards me.

With less than a foot separating us, Pete brings his hand up to cup my face. The simple comfort feels amazing right now, and I feel more grounded all of a sudden. I lean into his touch and close my eyes. His other hand grasps the nape of my neck and I look up to him. He's much closer now. I can see the swirls of gold in his dark brown eyes. His thick eyebrows frame his angular face, giving him a dark, brooding look. I can feel the breath leaving his lush lips.

He stares at me for a moment while I visibly calm down, my pulse dropping to a normal rate, and then suddenly his lips descend onto mine and he kisses me lightly, cautiously.

I gasp and he begins to pull back, but I have other plans. The devastation of the day's events have left me scattered and broken, but his touch feels like the warmest hug, like a light at the end of a tunnel. I chase that feeling, reaching for his neck and pulling his lips back to mine.