Months sped by and summer hit fast and hard. My house was older than I knew so the air conditioning broke during the hottest day. I spent the days playing my music and trying to stay cool. And trying not to think about Peter. In an attempt to forget him I deleted his number and blocked his phone. The door bell went off suddenly, I sat up fast. People didn't visit me, I didn't have many friends in this town. But I knew who was there.
Choosing to forget my skimpy attire I got up to answer the door. The sun was beginning to set and I couldn't help but wish it was a full moon so he wouldn't have to be here. Reluctantly I pulled open the creaky door.
"Peter." I said in way of greeting.
"Hey little flower." He smiled. I both hated and loved when he called me that.
"Don't you have a fiancee to call that?" I said bitterly. The day all those months ago was almost burned into my memory. Peter shifted uncomfortably, brushing back his hair.
"I - no. I broke it off." Peter said. I blinked in surprise.
"You wh-" Before I could finish he was in front of me in an instant, kissing me quickly.
"Mmph!" I squeaked in surprise. His warm hands burned into my skin and my heart fluttered in my chest. Peter stepped back and I attempted to regain my breath. I felt frozen to the spot but warm all over, despite the immense heat in the house.
"I..." I couldn't bring myself to string together a sentence.
"I'm sorry. It's just...God, I can't stop thinking about you." Peter sighed. I stood in a silent shock. He chuckled halfheartedly. "Was it that bad? Worse than the first time?"
"No." I shook my head, pulling myself together. Oh the first time...
"I've said it before, we could try this." He said. I wanted to agree so badly but somewhere in the back of my head, my past was disagreeing.
"But you're a wolf. I'm a vampire." I said stubbornly. Using that as my excuse made me just want to hit myself. I was so obviously in denial of my feelings it was almost funny. Peter took a step closer and I took a step back until I was pressed against the wall. He laid a soft hand on my cheek, electricity sparking between us.
"Lindsey," The way he said my name made me sigh. "No one in this town cares about that other than you. Really, it's not a problem here."
I couldn't think of anything to say, his face was so close to mine I wanted to shove him away and wrap myself around him all at once. All these thoughts made my head spin. My heart was thudding and I could hear his beating too.
"Peter..." I was falling in too deep, I could already tell. He leaned closer, barely pressing his lips against mine. I shivered, relaxing against him. A hand gently held me against his body and my hands immediately went to his neck. Peter kissed me tentatively, differently than the club and it made me weak in the knees.
Peter pulled back but just barely, his face millimeters from mine. His hand on my neck made me shiver the way he brushed at it with his thumb absentmindedly.
"Lindsey..." He mumbled against my lips. My head was dizzy and I didn't open my eyes, savoring the perfectly quiet moment. He stayed where he was and so did I.
"Should I leave?" He whispered. In answer I took his hand and pulled him through the door to my bedroom. Peter didn't protest as I pried off my shirt.
"Don't you have a fiancee to call that?" I said bitterly. The day all those months ago was almost burned into my memory. Peter shifted uncomfortably, brushing back his hair.
"I - no. I broke it off." Peter said. I blinked in surprise.
"You wh-" Before I could finish he was in front of me in an instant, kissing me quickly.
"Mmph!" I squeaked in surprise. His warm hands burned into my skin and my heart fluttered in my chest. Peter stepped back and I attempted to regain my breath. I felt frozen to the spot but warm all over, despite the immense heat in the house.
"I..." I couldn't bring myself to string together a sentence.
"I'm sorry. It's just...God, I can't stop thinking about you." Peter sighed. I stood in a silent shock. He chuckled halfheartedly. "Was it that bad? Worse than the first time?"
"No." I shook my head, pulling myself together. Oh the first time...
"I've said it before, we could try this." He said. I wanted to agree so badly but somewhere in the back of my head, my past was disagreeing.
"But you're a wolf. I'm a vampire." I said stubbornly. Using that as my excuse made me just want to hit myself. I was so obviously in denial of my feelings it was almost funny. Peter took a step closer and I took a step back until I was pressed against the wall. He laid a soft hand on my cheek, electricity sparking between us.
"Lindsey," The way he said my name made me sigh. "No one in this town cares about that other than you. Really, it's not a problem here."
I couldn't think of anything to say, his face was so close to mine I wanted to shove him away and wrap myself around him all at once. All these thoughts made my head spin. My heart was thudding and I could hear his beating too.
"Peter..." I was falling in too deep, I could already tell. He leaned closer, barely pressing his lips against mine. I shivered, relaxing against him. A hand gently held me against his body and my hands immediately went to his neck. Peter kissed me tentatively, differently than the club and it made me weak in the knees.
Peter pulled back but just barely, his face millimeters from mine. His hand on my neck made me shiver the way he brushed at it with his thumb absentmindedly.
"Lindsey..." He mumbled against my lips. My head was dizzy and I didn't open my eyes, savoring the perfectly quiet moment. He stayed where he was and so did I.
"Should I leave?" He whispered. In answer I took his hand and pulled him through the door to my bedroom. Peter didn't protest as I pried off my shirt.
I kneeled on the bed and he placed his hands on either side of my face. My stomach was full of the same butterflies that were in my heart. The disagreement in the back of my head had been fully silenced.
"Is this what you want?" He said softly, his eyes meeting mine. I simply nodded. Reaching my hands out I slid his sweater off pulling him on top of me. Peter's kisses were the same gentle but pulse-racing ones he'd given me in the hallway. It wasn't my first but it felt like it. The sky was dark when we lay silently in each others arms.
I wasn't sure if he was awake; his breathing was slow but his thumb would run across my arm every now and then. I savored his wolfy smell, it smelled like home.
"Peter." I whispered. Nothing. I could say the words, say them right now and truly truly mean it. But somehow the time felt wrong. With a soft sigh I let my heart settle down and as I began to drift into sleep I heard him mumble something.
"Should I leave?"
"Never." I breathed back, burrowing into his neck and falling asleep in his woodsy scent.































