Letting me go only to...

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I feel so genuinely appreciated and loved when I'm with Peter. This is exactly what I want, and he's just giving it to me.
Peter said I love you first, but I'm not ready yet. I want to know more about him, I have to know more about him.
Peter's gone behind me on his bed, and I know that it's because he's on his run. Usually he goes without me, and I go without him. It's just like our own time we spend away from each other.
Don't get me wrong, I like spending time with him, and I...like... him to bits, but everybody needs some alone time.
I turn over to his side of the twin bed and see a note, as usual. I pick it up and read over his words.
'Gone out for a run, Be back before you eat breakfast, Love you, Peter.'
I sort of reread the ending, He loves me.
Well, time to get up. I throw the blanket behind me and stand up on the blue carpeted floor. The surge of a stretch runs up my spine and through my bones.
I sigh as I relieve some muscle pulls. This feels way too good to stop.
Wait! Remember when sex was this good? When was the last time you had that? I think back my partners and end off at Kevin when he sort of forced me. Holy Shit! I went a whole two nights without it! YES! Personal Goals!
Okay, that may have come off as me as a slut, but please remember that I felt like I needed that, to take away the pain of my family's premature death. Also, It was only two people, Kevin and...
Peter hasn't touched me like that since he's kissed me in that alley. What?
The front door opens and he's back, I know he is. My legs jet start without my permission and run out of his room in blue jeans.
Peter's standing in front of the counter sweaty as hell and I watch his back gleam against the sunshine.
"No sneak attacks Selena."
"What? But you love sneak attacks!"
I jump on his back anyways and he doesn't catch me. So basically I'm sliding down his sweaty back. Ew.
"Selena, I said no!" A deep voice erupts from inside him.
He's never snapped like this at me, what happened on his run?
I walk to his side and notice how he's staring down at a text on his phone.
"Peter..."
"Don't." He responds.
"What's happened?"
"Nothing! So just stay out of it."
He turns back around and walks away from me, what changed him?
"Peter!"
No answer, just him in his room.
"PETER! DONT YOU WALK THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" I yell at him.
"Ya, watch me."
His door slams, and I huff as he closes himself off to me. What the Fuck!
I'm boiling with anger, so I just grab a pillow from the couch and scream into it.
Sometimes he just... makes me want to rip his head off!
I throw it back on the couch and just stand there looking stupid. Now what Selena?
I turn to the front door and grab my shoes. I'm going for a nice long jog.
The laces tie and then I'm already down the stairs and out the door.
"Selena!"
I automatically turn around and see Peter. His half dressed body running up to me in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Peter?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you run."
"Peter, You didn't, I'm just on my routine jog."
"So we're okay?"
His eyes looking like they're completely guilty. His smile dropping into a frown.
"We're fine, Peter, but your not. Tell me."
He nods as he drops his eyes down to the cement, and then picks me up off the cement quickly.
"SNEAK ATTACK!"
He smiles again as he carries me back up the stairs.
"You see, you like sneak attacks." I laugh back to him.
Peter smiles back and then bursts through the staircase door. His strong arms holding me up and supporting me.
Peter smiles as I gaze into his eyes and I feel like I just saw the sunshine for the first time.
"Peter."
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
He hits the apartment door and sets me down as he opens the door again.
"For?"
His eyebrows scrunch as he unlocks it and opens the burgundy door for me. My hand touches his on the doorknob and I swear I heard a sharp intake from him.
"Peter, you know."
"Your welcome Selena, and you know how I feel about you."
"I do."
I pull his head down to mine and just rest our foreheads together, closing my eyes as I listen to his breathing.
"I can't imagine the pain, if something were to happen to you Peter."
"Likewise Selena."

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