~{PETER'S POV}~
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"Then you should be understanding in my case because I cannot control how I feel for you."
And as if to make it more painfully obvious that she yearned for us to be intimate, she pressed her lips on the nook of my neck, kissing me and my eyes shot open and I quickly pulled away and turned to face her.
On facing her I realized she had bent a little since she was the tall one now and the way her damp light brown hair darkened and fell on her forehead with her face dripping wet and her eyes so grey and filled with yearning, made me gulp as I felt a certain kind of way between my thighs.
"I know you feel something between your legs, Peter, just the way you can tell I am crazy for y-"
"Deborah stop," I grumbled and went on my tiptoes as I pulled the towel so she could cover my manhood which was now in her possession. Oh the irony.
And the moment I tiptoed, her strong arms came around me as she pulled me close, trapping me against her body.
