She stood there, unable to find words after saying so many. She hadn't really expected to say all that and some of it she wasn't even aware she felt. Did she feel that way? She must have.
His hand felt warm against hers, like he always did. A warmth that had the ability to permeate through her skin and spread like a slow rising tide.
Liz took a step closer, closing the small distance between them. The advice she was given still swirled somewhere in the back of her mind and coupled with her ever-growing want to demonstrate to Peter he wasn't a consolation relationship.
At that moment, holding his gaze that made her chest flutter almost every time, her free hand moved to take his free hand and with little forethought, placed his hand over her breast. He had avoided it when they made out and even now, she could swear she felt the warmth of his hand through the fabric of her clothes. "I am yours Peter."
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His hand felt warm against hers, like he always did. A warmth that had the ability to permeate through her skin and spread like a slow rising tide.
Liz took a step closer, closing the small distance between them. The advice she was given still swirled somewhere in the back of her mind and coupled with her ever-growing want to demonstrate to Peter he wasn't a consolation relationship.
At that moment, holding his gaze that made her chest flutter almost every time, her free hand moved to take his free hand and with little forethought, placed his hand over her breast. He had avoided it when they made out and even now, she could swear she felt the warmth of his hand through the fabric of her clothes. "I am yours Peter."