27 Melt Your Hearts Out

Read this chapter with a lovey dovey song you like.

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Gwen's face fell as Peter's words reached her ears. A blush quickly spread across her cheeks, making her feel as though steam were escaping from her ears.

She struggled to find the right words to respond, her voice barely a whisper.

"I... you... you're utterly shameless."

Peter maintained a playful smirk on his face, his eyes fixed on a matcha-flavored kitkat in his hands, as Gwen's remark lingered in the air.

While the others were engrossed in examining the array of souvenirs, Aunt May stood up with a gentle smile and excused herself to go the bathroom.

Peter's demeanor abruptly shifted as his head snapped up, the playful and mischievous expression vanishing from his face, replaced by a look of horror.

'Oh... No!'

"OH, DEAR JESUS!! What the hell happened to the bathroom!"

In a swift motion, Peter rose from his seat, firmly gripping Gwen's hands as he conveyed his urgency through a meaningful gaze. Though Gwen appeared puzzled, she sensed the seriousness.

Uncle Ben, observing the situation from the side, gave Peter a knowing wink. In that brief moment, he discreetly slipped two twenty-dollar bills into Peter's hand, his voice barely audible as he whispered reassuringly to the young boy.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the situation. We need to have the 'talk' once you are back though."

Gwen's blush deepened, her embarrassment palpable as she averted her gaze, unable to meet Uncle Ben's eyes.

'Does he think that we did something inappropriate in the bathroom?' Gwen thought to herself, feeling the intense heat of shame on her face. 'But it was the rats causing the chaos!'

Peter, on the other hand, shared Gwen's embarrassment but for a different reason. His thoughts were filled with gratitude towards God, and he couldn't help but admire Uncle Ben's exceptional ability to be the best wingman in the entire fucking universe.

He exchanged a meaningful glance with Ben, who reciprocated the look. In that fleeting moment, a profound bond of friendship formed between them. They shared an unspoken understanding that reached the depths of their souls.

With a mischievous smile, Peter quickly snatched a cozy hoodie for Gwen and a tank top for himself, grabbing whatever he could find in a rush to avoid catching May's attention.

As he handed the hoodie to Gwen, Peter spoke hurriedly, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.

"Let's go, Gwen! We need to nigerundayo!"

The two giggled as they made their way out of the house, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and a hint of mischief.

The world seemed to blur around them as they navigated through the bustling streets, their laughter and quick footsteps creating a rhythm of their own.

As they ran, Gwen couldn't help but steal glances at Peter, he looked way different from before and even behaved differently. She didn't know if it was because she was falling into his sweet cherry pie.

Before long, Peter and Gwen found themselves perched atop the Williamsburg Bank Building, their legs dangling over the edge as they gazed down at the breathtaking scenery below. The bustling city stretched out before them, a tapestry of lights, architecture, and the vibrant pulse of urban life.

The sky was painted with hues of blue and pink, casting a warm glow over the cityscape. The distant sounds of traffic and laughter drifted upwards, creating a symphony that echoed in their ears.

From this vantage point, they felt a sense of serenity and detachment, as if the world was both within their reach and yet far removed.

Peter smiled as he took in the view, it was not something he would often see in his past life. It was a blessing and a curse for him but lately, he was starting to believe it was the former.

With a carefree spirit, Gwen opened her arms wide, feeling the cool breeze brush against her skin. Her legs circled playfully, her care and worries momentarily forgotten.

She met Peter's gaze, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes as a playful smile danced on her lips. She leaned in closer, her voice laced with amateur flirtatiousness.

"Well, Mr. Lizard, can you slither your way up those skyscrapers like I do as Spider-Woman?"

Peter's eyes sparkled with amusement and a touch of mischief as he leaned in closer to Gwen, his gaze locked with Gwen's.

The rays of the sun momentarily created a dazzling spectacle, causing her to squint. In that fleeting moment, his eyes flickered to her lips, a surge of boldness overtaking him.

Without a second thought, he pressed a gentle, unexpected peck upon them.

The air around them seemed to still as their lips briefly met, a spontaneous and electrifying connection that sent a wave of tingles through both of them.

Gwen's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and delight. Time seemed to stand still as they shared that fleeting, stolen moment.

She could feel Peter's heart that was beating loudly and hear her own that was threatening to burst through her chest. At that moment she heard him carelessly whisper.

"I just did."

Gwen's face flushed crimson, a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness washing over her. Pushing Peter away, she turned her gaze to the other side, avoiding direct eye contact. Her voice came out as a squeak, barely audible.

"... You don't have a date for prom tomorrow, do you?"

Peter chuckled, unable to contain his amusement at Gwen's question. He lay back on the floor, gazing up at the sky as the gentle breeze tousled his hair.

"Well, Miss Stacy," he replied playfully, "..Are you asking me to be your prom date? I thought you were going to rock the stage with your musical talents in the band."

He turned his head to the side, meeting Gwen's gaze with a lighthearted twinkle in his eyes. She looked into his eyes, a mix of embarrassment as she spoke nervously.

"Well? What is your answer."

A gentle smile graced his lips as he reached out, lightly brushing his fingers against Gwen's hand.

"Miss Stacy, I would be honored to be your prom date."