It takes only a moment for Peter to finally snap out of it, and when he does, he very nearly drops the package in his hands
"L-Liz," he somehow manages to stammer out before his mind fully processes his present reality: he's pressed tightly against his girlfriend's chest. She isn't wearing a shirt. She isn't wearing any pants.
Peter quickly pulls away and turns around, grateful for once that he's not wearing his Spider-Man costume. It's not that he doesn't want to see her like that (because he does); it's that he's afraid she'll notice precisely how much he enjoyed the feel of her body against his.
It's only once Peter manages to will himself to calm down that he realizes that he can't remember the last twenty minutes of his life.
And more importantly, that he's carrying something.
Re: Closed to Liz Parker
"L-Liz," he somehow manages to stammer out before his mind fully processes his present reality: he's pressed tightly against his girlfriend's chest. She isn't wearing a shirt. She isn't wearing any pants.
Peter quickly pulls away and turns around, grateful for once that he's not wearing his Spider-Man costume. It's not that he doesn't want to see her like that (because he does); it's that he's afraid she'll notice precisely how much he enjoyed the feel of her body against his.
It's only once Peter manages to will himself to calm down that he realizes that he can't remember the last twenty minutes of his life.
And more importantly, that he's carrying something.
"What am I -- what am I holding?"