[ She can't say if its the kiss or the smile that greets her when it's over. The one that always makes her heart beat faster. Or maybe it's the way he's looking at her but it's the moment when she knows; She's not just into him. She doesn't just like him and this isn't something she could walk away from tomorrow. It might scare her and she might screw it up in a thousand different ways, but neither of those things altered the fact that when it came to Peter? She was all in.
Her hand slips free from his hair so she can lightly trace the creases at the corner of his eye, her fingertips dancing a featherlight path, under his eye, down the bridge of his nose, across his lower lip. All the while those expressive eyes of hers drink him in, full of warmth and adoration and something deeper - something she might not be ready to give voice to, but that sparks in the piercing blue of her gaze.(Will Save Crit Fail). ]
Then I guess you'll have to get used to me being around.
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Her hand slips free from his hair so she can lightly trace the creases at the corner of his eye, her fingertips dancing a featherlight path, under his eye, down the bridge of his nose, across his lower lip. All the while those expressive eyes of hers drink him in, full of warmth and adoration and something deeper - something she might not be ready to give voice to, but that sparks in the piercing blue of her gaze.(Will Save Crit Fail). ]
Then I guess you'll have to get used to me being around.