He smiles just before he leans in and places a small kiss against the tip of my nose. When he backs away, I grin and take the soap from his hand, doing the same to his body that he just did to me. First his chest. Then, reaching over his shoulders, I wash his back. I walk around him and drop to my knees, my hands roaming his strong muscular thighs. My eyes lift to admire his round ass. He turns and my mouth waters as my eyes land on his impressive length throbbing, pulsing, desperately in need of a release. It’s right in front of me. I look up through hooded lashes and can’t help myself. I take his length in my hand and pull slowly from the base to the tip. His head falls back, and a deep groan escapes his lips.

“Wendy,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Not tonight.”

He hoists me to my feet and gently pushes us both under the spray of the water. The soap slowly fades down our bodies as he holds me close and looks me deep in the eyes. So much is said, without ever having to say a word, through his heated stare while the water washes everything that happened earlier away. Taking a step back, he reluctantly releases me and starts to walk across the room. Suddenly a little nervous, I take a step forward and follow behind quickly.

“But Peter,” I cry again as he pulls me from the shower and wraps me in a towel. “You do still want me…” I trail off as he studies me while he towels himself off and I stand before him, vulnerable.

“Want you?” he questions.

I can’t find the words to go on.

Want me here? In Neverland? In your life? Your … bed?

That’s where this is headed right?

I know I’m meant to sleep there now, but there will be more, if I am not mistaken.

I know I don’t know much. He doesn’t know any more than I do. At least, I don’t think he does. But instinct tells me I know this. My hands anxiously twirl around a loose string of the towel as I cast my gaze down to the floor. He takes a step forward. One. Then two more. Until all I am staring at below, are his bare feet.

“Wendy,” he whispers, urging me to look up as he places a finger under my chin. I know only a little of the birds and the bees, from what mother told me back home. But what I’m feeling can only be described as the whole hive, the entire flock, taking flight when I think of what I want from Peter. What he can give me. Things I never thought I wanted before.