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You feel the chill on your skin. The early spring breeze is not yet warm enough for you to be standing on the roof of your building so late at night. Pulling your sweater closer to yourself as the air lightly moves around you again, you hear your sister break the short silence that had settled between you.
“You’re not changing your mind, are you?” Her voice carries a note of disappointment. “I could really use you out there.”
“I have a job, but thanks.” You’re a little tired of her asking you to go back to being her partner in crime– literally.
“How much does the shop pay you again?” She’s goading you, getting on your nerves was one of her favourite sister duties.
“Less than stealing but I can finally sleep at night.” There’s a bite to your words, but you can’t help the amusement in them as well.
“In other words,… way less.” She’s examining her nails as she says this.
“That’s all you got from that?”
She looks at the time, ignoring you. “I gotta go. Love you, baby sis.” She jumps off the roof before she can hear you reply with an annoyed ‘Stop calling me that.’ but she’s heard it before anyway.
You let out a sigh and stay in place for a while longer, breathing in the fresh night air, when a shadow drops on the railing to your right. Adrenaline immediately spikes your heartbeat, fear gripping your chest but as you turn your head and a flash of red catches your eye, you see… Spider-Man?
“What the fuck?” You whisper to yourself.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice sounds different than you imagined it. Not in a bad way, though. It somehow sounds better. Besides the obviously fake heavy New York accent.
“I’m not scared.” Most people would call you hard to read, and that doesn’t exclude even your own sister at times. You rarely show emotion on your face, unless you’re at work and trying to seem polite, but right now is no exception to the rule. That’s the reason his next sentence catches you so off guard.
“Your heart’s racing.” He says it so innocently, like hearing another person’s heartbeat is normal, but it makes you feel exposed as if you’re entering uncharted waters.
“That feels like some of the worst invasion of privacy ever.” You cross your arms in front of your chest, as if the act would somehow block him from hearing the beat emitting from it. What shocks you further is that it’s not as uncomfortable as it usually feels. But you guess that’s just because you’ve secretly had a tiny crush on Spider-Man probably since he first started appearing back when you were in high school. You just never thought you’d meet him or even wanted to meet him once you became a criminal.
“Sorry. I just saw you out here and I wanted to talk.”
You narrow your eyes at him, frowning in suspicion.
“Okay, maybe I saw Black Cat talking to you…” He trails off.
“Following your not-so-ex is really weird, dude.”
“She’s not my ex.” He protests. They slept together once and it wasn’t great, from what little your sister told you. Not that you wanted to know more. You didn’t even want to know any of that in the first place. Your sister’s sex life is the last thing you want to know about her.
“That’s why I didn’t exactly say ex and I love that that’s the part you wanted to correct.” There’s a small, amused smirk on your face.
“I followed her because I need her to tell me where to find this guy I’m looking for but she’s avoiding me and I lost her, so I came back and you were still here so... Can I ask you something?”
“You can but that doesn’t mean I’ll answer.” You sound more teasing than you mean to. You wanted to put more of a bite into it.
“Where can I find her?” He asks anyway.
“You can’t and I’m not helping you with that. If she’s avoiding you then maybe you should give up.”
“I would but I really need to find that guy, like yesterday.” He sounds a bit desperate, so you take pity on him.
You let out a breath. “Who are you looking for?”
“Works for Fisk, on the lower ranks, they call him Rat.”
“Unfortunate nickname… If he’s Fisk’s then he probably hangs at that bar on 5th and 32nd.”
“Oh, uh, thanks. That was easier than I thought.” So, you know more than he thought you did.
“I’m only telling you so you leave her alone, because she clearly wants you to.”
Are you one of Cat’s work friends? You have to be, right? You seem too well informed not to be. “How do you know her?”
“She’s my sister.”
“Huh, you don’t really look that alike.”
“That’s okay. None taken.” You’re not actually offended but he’s kind of fun to mess with a little.
“No, I don’t mean like that-“ His voice carries an unmistakable hint of nervousness now, fake accent slipping.
“We’re half-sisters.” You explain further. Your brain is telling you to stop sharing things with this guy who’s essentially a stranger to you, but your mouth is finding it hard for some reason, which is new to you. You don’t usually offer information about yourself that openly.
“Do you work together?”
“I think I’ve told you enough.” You turn, walking towards the door. “Bye, Spidey.” Thankfully, you have a share limit with him too. You were getting a little worried about how much you were spilling.
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The shop is having a slow day when you hear the little bell above the door signal a customer has walked in. Working in a flower shop all day numbs you to the smell of flowers but when you look up to greet the person, you suddenly are able to smell the sweet scent of roses and lavender again as you meet eyes with a very attractive guy. His brown curls are flowing down his forehead almost meeting his warm chocolate eyes. You’ve always been a sucker for a brown-eyed man.
The second Peter’s eyes land on you behind the counter his breath gets caught in his throat. He just wanted to buy flowers for May for when he visits her grave later today. He didn’t know you worked here of all places. Now he feels like a creep for no reason.
“Hi. How can I help you today?” You say politely and break him out of his thoughts. It’s fine. She doesn’t know who I am. He thinks and it’s not as reassuring as it should be. He actually starts feeling a bit bad that you don’t know who he is. Why does he feel like that?
“I need, uh, flowers.” Smooth, Peter.
“Well, you’re in the right place then.” You’re smiling. You’re teasing him, Peter realizes, but he doesn’t mind. He kind of deserved it anyway.
“Yeah, I was hoping I got it right, the flowers outside tipped me off.” You let out a quiet laugh. He made you laugh. Fuck, did his hearts just skip a beat? He couldn’t get so much as a smile out of you as Spidey that night a couple weeks ago.
“Are you looking for a bouquet or a potted plant?” You ask with that polite customer service voice.
“Uhm, bouquet.”
“You can look around at the flowers and tell me which ones you like. I’ll get them sorted for you.” You gesture to the numerous colorful vases across the small shop.
“I actually saw this one outside… white roses and these small blue flowers.” He rubs the back of his head as he speaks. A nervous habit, you assume.
“Forget-me-not.” You say.
“What?”
“The blue flower. Its name is forget-me-not.”
“Kind of sad that I forgot it.” He rubs the back of his neck now.
“You’d be surprised how many people do. Let me get it for you and I’ll ring you up.”
When you step back behind the counter, bouquet in hand, you start to wrap it neatly before you start speaking again. “Do you want to know what it means?”
“What do you mean?”
“I meant if you wanted to know what the flowers symbolize. You might change your mind if it doesn’t fit the occasion.”
“Uh, yeah, why not? What does it mean?” You’re concentrating on wrapping the flowers on the counter, so you don’t notice the small smile on Peter’s face as he looks at you.
“Well, my boss, the woman that owns this shop, she’s an older lady, and a first-gen Korean immigrant. So, we go by the Korean birth flower system and the traditional language of flowers. White roses mean respect and purity and forget-me-nots are remembrance, love, don’t forget me.”
“Remembrance, huh?”
You pause in your wrapping, noticing a hint of something you can’t place in his voice and look back up at him. “Do you want to choose another one? If it’s for a partner, it might not be the best symbolism. Some people change them out.”
“No, I… uh, kinda accidentally chose the perfect one, I guess.”
You don’t know who he’s lost, and you would never ask a stranger that, but that’s the only way you interpret the look on his face. Loss. “Oh. I’m… I’m sorry.” You go back to wrapping the flowers, even more carefully now.
“So… you know the meanings of all the flowers?” He changes the topic as fast as possible.
“Not all. Just the most popular ones… and my favourite.” You finish wrapping, hand him his bouquet and move over to the cash register.
“What’s your favourite?” He asks with no particular motive at all.
“Lavender. Smells really good.” You say, not looking up.
“What does it mean?”
“Expectation, hope, devotion.” You finally look up at him “That’ll be $20.”
He pays, thanks you and starts walking out. At the door he hesitates. “I’ll see you around.”
You give him a small smile, a genuine one this time. “See you.”
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Peter is perched on a roof mid-patrol as he suddenly feels something– no, someone– barreling into him which sends him rolling to the floor. He groans in pain as he props himself up on his elbows and looks up meeting the furious gaze of the black clad, cat themed woman standing above him. “What the hell, Felicia?” He grumbles.
“I’ll show you what the hell?” She cracks her knuckles, both hands. “My sister?”
He slumps back down and sighs.
“You talked to my sister? What the fuck is wrong with you? I can’t believe she didn’t tell me for weeks.” Oh, she’s fuming.
“I wanted to talk to you. You were the one that was avoiding me, remember?”
“So, your solution was to involve my sister in your little manhunt? I’m actually going to kill you.”
“She helped.” He has the audacity to point out.
“Yeah, she likes to do charity.” She bites back.
“Ouch.”
“Pay really good attention to what I’m about to say… Stay the fuck away from my sister. She’s not a part of this world anymore. You’ve already put her in enough danger by asking her about sketchy people, you better not tell anyone that you talked to her.”
“Who would I even tell?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care. But I’m warning you, Peter.”
Before he can reply she’s already disappearing into the night. Anymore. So, you did work with Felicia.
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You hear the front door of your apartment open while you’re in the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea. “You better take your shoes off in my house, Felicia.” You call out, stern.
“You’re such a nag.” Her voice calls back, grumbling, but you hear her take them off anyway.
She walks in a couple seconds later wearing the extra slippers you keep by the door for her, which makes you smirk into your mug. They’re pink and fluffy, kitten ears decorating the tops. “They go with your outfit.”
“Ha-ha, very funny.” She walks past you and plops down on your couch. “I talked to Spider-man.”
You frown, following after her. “Why’d you do that? I thought you wanted to keep avoiding him.” You say, as you place your mug on the coffee table and sit next to her, folding your legs up on the couch.
“I warned him. Told him to stay away from you with his crime fighting bullshit.” She shrugs.
“What? Why?”
“Because you said you wanna just be normal and boring now? And I was feeling protective. You’d be in deep shit if people found out you’re giving him information.” She says it as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
“I know how to take care of myself. Should I remind you I have the same skills as you?” You cross your arms, a little sick of her treating you like a child. You know she doesn’t mean to make you feel like you have no agency, but it does start feeling like that when you’re not five anymore. You go back to the kitchen and start to make a tea for her, even though she hates it, you need something to do or you’ll start fighting with her.
“I know that. But you’re still my sister and I care.” Her head follows your form around your apartment.
“I appreciate it, but you shouldn’t have talked to him. If I didn’t want to talk to him, I wouldn’t have done it. It’s not like he bites.” You’re closing cabinets and ripping a tea bag out of the box a little too aggressively, so it’s way easy for your sister to pick up a vibe.
She looks at the back of your head for a few beats too long and gasps “Oh my god, you fucking like him.”
You stop what you’re doing and place your hands on the counter. “Get out of my apartment.” You deadpan. Damn it. Sometimes she can read you very well.
“No, I don’t think so. You have a crush on Spidey.” Just by the sound of her voice, you can tell you don’t want to turn around to see the pure joy on her face.
You look at the ceiling and let out something between a heavy exhale and a groan.
Felicia squeals in excitement. “I’m right? My baby sister has a crush.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Wait, you’ve talked to him once… and you don’t even know who he is. You’d never get attached that quick-” Another gasp.
“Since when have you been such a detective?” You say, mostly to yourself.
“You’ve liked him for a while.”
“Felicia-” You finally turn around.
“How long?”
A long sigh leaves you “Fei…”
“Was it even before me and him…?” Your silence is an answer in of itself, and she says your name in pity. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have never…”
“It was, and still is, just a silly high school crush. Calm down.”
“Since high school!?” She all but shrieks.
“That’s actually the opposite of calming down… I never thought I would meet him so there was nothing to tell. It’s like telling you my every celebrity crush.”
“You do do that.” She remarks. “So not telling me is actually the weird part. Means something.”
“It was embarrassing.”
“So now I’ve slept with your crush? I’m a terrible sister.” She slumps into the couch in despair.
“It’s fine. It’s not like I suddenly have a chance now just because I met him one time. He’s Spider-man.”
“Yeah. And you were one of the best thieves in the world and never got caught. Crazier things are possible than Spider-man wanting that cookie.”
“Please never use that phrase ever again.”
“I regretted it as soon as I said it.” She grimaces.
“You said you told him to stay away from me 5 minutes ago. Now you’re rooting for me to fuck him.” You raise a brow.
“This is different. I can’t stop young love.” She sighs dreamily.
You sigh for the nth time and touch your forehead in exasperation. “You’re so annoying.”
“You love me so much.”
“Unfortunately, I do, Fei.”
“You know, for a while I’ve actually been thinking you and him would be a great match.”
“Okay, that’s enough.”
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You’re on the roof of your building once again, having a drink and enjoying the night air– it’s been getting warmer lately, spring fully settling in the city– when Spider-man drops from above. Except, it doesn’t look intentional this time. It also looks like it hurts.
He finally looks at his surroundings when he stops groaning in pain and sees you already holding up a second ice cold can that was meant for you, but you’ll get over it. “Hey.” He says, voice strained.
“Thanks. I ran outta webs mid swing.” He explains after walking towards you and taking the can, icing his shoulder with it, and standing shoulder to shoulder with a respectful distance between you. The fake accent is as strong as ever.
“Want me to call you an uber or something?”
“Nah, I’ll just jump home.”
“Of course. As one does when running out of webs.”
He laughs and the sound stirs something in your chest, and you sincerely hope he didn’t hear the quick change in your heartbeat again… but who are you kidding…
“What are you doing up here?” He asks when his laughter subsides and surprisingly the accent sounds more natural now, enough to make you wonder if that’s how he actually sounds or if it’s still fake.
“Me?” You point at yourself, raising your brows. “You keep coming to me but you’re asking what I’m doing here?”
“It wasn’t intentional this time… just a good coincidence?” His shoulders come up in a slight shrug. Or more like one shoulder. He’s careful not to move the other too much.
“Serendipity?” You won’t linger on the fact that he’s calling meeting you a good coincidence. You won’t do that at all.
“That’s a good word.”
There’s a short silence and surprisingly it doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all. You’re both just enjoying the night until you break it.
“I’m sorry about my sister threatening you.” You say as you avoid eye contact, taking a sip of your drink.
“Ah, she told you.” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“I shouldn’t have told her we talked.”
“It’s fine.”
You don’t know what else to say so you take a sip again.
“She kinda slipped that you used to work together though.”
“Seriously, Fei?” You whisper to no one in particular.
“She’s very protective of you.”
“Yeah, she likes to pretend I can’t handle myself perfectly fine and wasn’t in the same line of work as her.”
He chuckles. “I can’t believe we never met while you were on the job, by the way, but I met Felicia.”
You hum. “My sister is the one that gets the attention, I go under the radar. Very handy for that type of job. Not to brag but I was incredibly good at it… Please, don’t arrest me or whatever you do.”
“Web you?”
Well, you could do that. You don’t say that out loud but instead you let out a giggle. Ew, you don’t giggle. Why the fuck did you just giggle? You tried to cover it up with a cough. Unsuccessfully. “Yeah, no, don’t do that either.” You say after clearing your throat and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s trying not to laugh under that mask.
“Why’d you do it?” He questions after a couple moments, and you finally look at him. Your expression tells him to elaborate so he does. “The job?”
“Same as Felicia, we were just raised in it. It was kinda hard to avoid it, to get out.”
“But you did.”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
You shrug, taking a sip. “Just kinda got tired of it. I mean stealing from rich people didn’t exactly keep me up at night but… the constant anxiety did. I was always worried we’d get caught. Sure, I still worry about her… Her life is her own though, you know? I can’t force her out of it… But personally, I feel much better now that I just live as normal of a life as I can.”
“Makes sense.” He moves the can off his shoulder and leaves it on the railing of the roof.
“Do you ever feel like you wanna stop being our friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man?”
“Of course.”
“Really?” You expected him to say yes but not with as much certainty as he did.
“Yeah. There are times. But I feel like I have the responsibility to help people.” That’s about the answer you expected from someone like him.
“That’s very selfless, noble. But you also have a responsibility to yourself, you know? Put your own oxygen mask on first and all that. You seem like the type to forget that rule.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The silence stretches again. The only sounds come from the city streets.
“Actually, I-“ he starts when police sirens blare in the distance and he sighs “I have to…” He trails off when you nod. “Nice talkin’ to you.”
“You too.” You say and he jumps off the roof. Huh, he really can jump very fucking far.
You wonder what he wanted to say. Your curiosity has always been too strong so now that’s all you can think about. You hate it when someone doesn’t finish their sentence and leaves you agonizing over what they were trying to say to you.
Your sister is nuts. There’s no way you’ll every have something with Spider-man. You can’t imagine dating someone who’s always on high alert. Someone who can just up and leave any second like this, in the middle of saying something. Would he leave in the middle of a date? An argument? Your wedding?
Yeah, no, this could never work. Right, it would never work. You nod along to your own thoughts in determination. You need to let this silly crush go. Right here and now.
Goodbye, Spider-man.
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“Hey.” You say as you look up at the sound of the bell above the door ring and find the cute stranger from a couple weeks ago standing there.
“Hey.”
“How have you been… uhm. Sorry, I just realized I don’t actually know your name.”
“Oh, It’s Peter. And I’ve been good. How have you been…” he mimics you.
You tell him your name with a small smile. “I’ve been very well, thank you. How can I help you today?” Spider-man is definitely not for you but maybe Peter… stop. He probably has a partner already. Why wouldn’t he? He’s kind, funny and handsome.
He hums. “I think I was looking for flowers.”
“I don’t really know why you came here then.”
“Yeah, it was very silly of me.”
You both let out tiny laughs as you look at each other for a moment.
“So, flowers?” You pop the little bubble you were both in.
“Right. Uhm. So… I did my homework this time. I want callistephus, daisies and lavender.” He points at his choices.
“Oh, okay. Are you sure those will look good together?” You questioned carefully.
“I trust you can make that work... and it’s not really about the look, it’s about the meaning.”
“Okay you have me beat. Lavender is hope or devotion, daisy is pure heart or playfulness but I don’t know what the callistephus means.”
“I’ll tell you next time we see each other.”
“Cryptic… but okay, you have my attention.”
“I sure hope I do.”
You look away, suppressing a smile and start to gather the flowers and organize them into a pretty bouquet. Even without knowing the full meaning you can tell that this is for a person he likes. That’s fine. You’ve known this guy for a total of 30 minutes. There’s no reason to be disappointed. Yeah, he’s a little flirty but maybe that’s just his personality.
When he leaves you continue your previous task of cleaning up the stems of some roses that came in that morning and just keep thinking of Peter. You wonder what the person who’ll receive those flowers looks like. You doubt it’s the same occasion as last time since the meanings of the flowers told a different story. In an attempt to stop yourself from thinking you hit yourself on the forehead with the flower you just cleaned up but it doesn’t work and now you have to clean up some petals off the floor. You sigh.
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You’re cuddled up on your couch watching a new show when in your peripheral you see a man’s silhouette standing on your fire escape through the window to your left. You whip your head around immediately as he raises his hand and knocks. You’re just about ready to beat the shit out of this guy for scaring you but as you approach you notice the big white eyes on the red mask and sigh in relief.
“What the hell, man?” You say once you open the window and let him in. “How did you even find where I live?”
“Well, I assumed it was the same building because we’ve talked on the roof multiple times. Scared the hell out of your upstairs neighbor while I was looking for you though.” You notice two things as he says this. The first is that the masked man looks so out of place in the middle of your cozy apartment and the second is that the fake New York accent is gone, his voice is more familiar to you but you just can’t place it yet.
“Is that your hobby or something? Scaring women late at night?” You say as you close the window and turn around.
“I promise I’m not weird.” His voice goes a little high pitched like he’s desperate for you to believe him.
“You saying that makes you seem more suspicious.” You cross your arms, a small smirk on your lips. You notice he’s holding one of his arms behind his back and look at it curiously. “What are you hiding there?”
“Oh… uhm,” He reveals a bouquet of callistephus, lavender and daisies. You recognize it immediately as the bouquet you sold to Peter earlier today. You remember it not only because it was for Peter but also because you meant to look up the meaning of it all day but got too busy and ultimately forgot. It’s the same one down to the pretty purple bow you tied around the brown paper wrapped bouquet.
Your eyes widen a bit and look back up at Spider-man’s masked face. “Wha… Oh- Oh my God, is Peter dead?”
“What? Why did your mind go there?”
“I don’t know. I’m very confused right now.”
“Okay, I’m just gonna-” He starts reaching for his mask, pauses, hesitating for a second but continues as planned, reaching the end of the mask and pulling it up as you watch in disbelief.
“What are you d-” The question dies on your tongue when Peter’s face is fully revealed.
“Hey.” He says.
You frown, tilting your head.
“I’m gonna explain.” He rushes out.
“You better.”
“I didn’t know you worked there when I first came in… and then after your sister threatened an attempt on my life, I didn’t think you wanted me around. But after I so serendipitously fell right in front of you, I thought it was a sign and I just wanted to see you again.” You look down at the bouquet, and he follows your eyes to the pretty bundle of flowers in his hand. “Oh, yeah, these are for you actually.”
You look up at him and then at the bouquet and then back up at Peter’s face. “You- You’re serious?”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry. I- Thank you. Really, I do. I’m just trying to process… everything.” You take the flowers out of his extended hand carefully.
“I did spring everything on you just like that. I’m sorry.”
“Mhm.” You let out as you mechanically fill up a vase and put it on the counter. Wracking your brain for something to say you end up with only one question. “What does the callistephus mean? You said you’d tell me next time we meet.”
“Oh, that…” He rubs the back of his head bashfully and adds “Honest love.” as he avoids looking directly at you.
You were already struggling for words but now you’re completely speechless.
“And I’m actually using the meaning of hope for lavender. So, I hope for an honest love with a pure heart. Maybe it’s cheesy, you might find it cheesy. We can forget about it, and I’ll go out that window there and you’ll never have to see me again. Just say the word. I just- I like you… a lot.”
You know you told yourself that you could never date someone like Spider-man but the fact that, out of all people in this city, the only other person you were attracted to turned out to be him has to be a sign. You’ll do the same as him and trust the sign.
He doesn’t notice you coming closer as he’s rambling and looking at the ground. You gently put your hands on both sides of his pretty face, moving it so his eyes can finally meet yours and he stops talking immediately. “I do think it’s cheesy and I love it.”
He smiles so brightly that it makes you smile just as bright. “Does that mean I can kiss you right now?”
“Right now, and any other time from now on, yeah.”
When the kiss is over he doesn’t move too far away. You can still feel his warm breath on your tingly lips as he says, “Maybe someday you could wear the suit again… just for me?”
“Alright, pack it up, buddy. Take a hike.” You point your thumb at your window and start to turn away but he catches your wrist and pulls you back into his arms.
“As if I didn’t hear your heart pick up speed when I asked.” He mumbles against your lips.
“That’s still a huge invasion of privacy.” Your voice lacks any serious note though, so his smile widens.
“Shut up and let me kiss you again.”
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“I’m here… with a fresh pizza and a dream of laying on the couch all evening.” He announces as soon as he closes the door to your apartment with his foot, balancing the pizza box in one hand and a backpack on his shoulder because of the classes he had before work. He’s still wearing his pizza delivery uniform since he was in too much of a rush to get to your place and see you that he skipped changing.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” You call out of your bedroom.
He throws his bag next to the couch and leaves the pizza on the kitchen counter.
“What did you pick for movie night? I can queue it up while I wait for you-oh. Wow.” He looks at you wearing your old cat suit. It’s black, just like Felicia’s but the fabric isn’t shiny like hers. It zips up right to your throat. No cleavage, but Felicia insisted you at least both have the fur around your wrists and ankles. Yours, however, is gray. More covert than the stark white.
“I told you. It’s not as sexy as you think.” You remind him.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“What? Just tell me what you think?” You spin around, showing off more of the suit.
“I think we’ll have to eat cold pizza later.”
You gasp. “Mr. Parker, is that the only reason you wanted to see me in my suit? So, you can take it off?”
“Kinda, yeah.” He shrugs and you hit his arm lightly.
“We can always heat up the pizza.” You wrap your arms around his neck.
“I’m good with that.” He reaches down to get a hold of your thighs and picks you up as easily as you would a feather. After months of dating, you’re still not used to how strong your boyfriend is, and you let out a stupid giggle as he carries you back towards the bedroom. One thing you may never forgive him for is being able to make you fucking giggle.