“Peter. It’s okay. Really. It happens.” Pressing a kiss to his forehead you reassured him. You knew this would bother him for a while.
He scoffed. “I just can’t believe… I wanted you so bad. Especially walking in from work seeing you looking so good.” The tips of his ears were red with embarrassment. His arms framed your body as you leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Pete, things have been a tad stressful lately. Losing your Dad, moving, a new job with let’s face it a less than mediocre welcome, taking care of your sister, me, the kids.” Gently you trailed a finger down his cheek.
“Still…I’ve thought about it all day. Feeling your soft skin, having your legs wrapped around me.” Peter’s voice became husky.
“Well, there are other things we can do Mr. Stone.” Slinging your arms around his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. “We can make out like when we started dating.”
“Making out?” He chuckled, his hands going to your hips. “Where do you suggest we have this make-out session, Mrs. Stone?”
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