My words hold more weight than he knows, but the way his eyes grow wide in understanding makes my heart swell. It makes me wish Peter and I were somewhere else. That we were some other boy and girl who stood a chance at growing up together, falling in love, growing old together and never letting go. Two old souls who never have to worry about waiting, and never have to think that one of us is moving on, without the other. As long as I stay here, I will always be growing up. I will always be moving on, even when I don’t want to. In a few years, I’ll grow older as I’m waiting for him, all while Peter always stays the same.

“I lied,” Peter says, breaking me from my thoughts. My brow furrows as he takes a step forward and takes my hand, the one with his acorn button in it, and wraps it in both of his. “About my favorite part,” he whispers.

“You did?” I ask, slightly alarmed. He nods his head yes and my throat closes up, but I manage to get out one question. “Why?”

“Because, my favorite part hasn’t happened yet.” He pulls me back towards my room and my brothers follow. They’re quiet now and wondering what’s happening, eager to hear everything that’s being said. The window to my room is open and I study it wondering how, until I hear the faint jingle of bells overhead and look up. A twinkling light dances above our heads and I smile in awe.

It tickles as the fairy flies and the dust dances down across our skin. My brothers giggle as they follow Tinker bell towards the open window, then quickly up and out, into the night. I go to yell, to protest, to stop them from possibly getting hurt, but Peter pulls me close, wrapping his arms around my waist and all thoughts cease to exist, except one. I’m tired of waiting. 

Every word instantly flees my mind as my nipples rub against his strong chest. A foreign feeling flutters at the base of my spine, ignites the second I look in his eyes, travels to my lower belly and causes me to bite my lip in a fearful desire.

“I want to show you my world, Wendy.”

I know the words aren’t meant to sound so seductive, but they do. I watch his tongue wet his lips and his grip around my waist tightens.

“I want to show you…” my breathing quickens as I stare in his eyes, waiting for him to continue, “how complete it feels with you finally in it.”

“Peter,” I breathe, but he leans in, his lips suspended over mine and I suck in a sharp breath.

“That’s my favorite part, Wendy. You. Me. Neverland.”