//Absolutely! I LOVE Peter, and soft Peter sigh.
When Peter got home he could tell right away that something was bothering you. On the verge of tears, you explained to him about the email. “Let me see it.” His brow furrowed.
Peter sat at the desk and opened the laptop. You stood behind him, looking over his shoulder while he read the email. He raised his eyebrows, then frowned and shook his head. “Darling, first of all, they are way off base in this email. They obviously have no clue what they are talking about.
“I-I thought I was doing so well. Then bam! I get blindsided by…”, You took a shaky breath.
Peter pulled you into his lap and kissed your head. Laying your head on his chest, you breathed in his scent. “You are better than what they are saying. I know for a fact the work you put into your case projects and presentations”, Peter said as he stroked your hair.
You sat like that for awhile when Peter suddenly stood up and placed you on your feet. “Okay. We’re not doing this. C’mon, get your shoes on.”
“Peter. I really don’t really feel up to-” Peter put a finger to your lips, quieting you.
“That’s exactly the reason we should.” Peter stated matter of fact.
You studied him for a few seconds, knowing full well you were going to do whatever he wanted to do. “Fine. But I’m not changing.” You were comfortable in cut offs and T-shirt.
Peter chuckled, “Gray’s Papaya doesn’t really have strict dress code.”
Heading back home, the skies opened up. “This day just keeps getting better”, you huffed as you and Peter ran for cover. Watching the rain pour down for a few minutes, you finally said “I’m gonna just call a cab.”
Peter held his hand out to you, “Dance with me?” He smiled down at you.
“Are you crazy?” You asked shaking your head but not able to hold back a smile. Taking Peter’s hand you said, “Fine.”
Peter pulled you into the rain and spun you around. Spinning back into him he took you close to him and started swaying.
Peter started humming, then singing. “My dear you look wonderful, tonight.”
You started laughing, hard. “P-Peter, you-” the laughter took over shaking your whole body. In one move he dipped you.
“There she is.” He kissed you, then hoisted you back up. “How about we go home, help another get out of these wet clothes and into a hot steamy shower?”
You got on tip toe, and crushed a kiss to his lips. Your tongue slipping into his mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned.
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