Peter smiled. “Laura was never supposed to be my girl. I see that now. I was supposed to wait.”
“What were you supposed to wait for?” Rose asked.
He reached over, twirling a strand of her blonde hair between his fingers. “I was supposed to wait for a beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixen who keeps me on my toes. You, Rose, I was supposed to wait for you.”
Peter couldn’t hold back any longer. Leaning down he brushed her lips with his. The first touch was like electric on his lips. He didn’t want it to stop.
“You’re a charmer,” Rose said.
“Always.” He leaned back, giving her enough breathing room. “Then the Steer brothers showed their love for Anna, and the town just went crazy. I think in the last few years it has gotten worse.” He shook his head, thinking about all the things he’d witnessed in the last few years. “Amy with her abusive husband, the town took his side. I never understood that. After Laura, Anna, Amy, and even Daisy, I lost all interest in the town. I didn’t want to be part of something that hit back at the victims.”
Peter took her hand, holding her close.
“I grew apart from the town, and my friends opened my mind up to everything else.”
“Do you feel that if you hadn’t supported Laura, you’d be like them?” Rose asked, getting it right.
“I don’t want to think about what I would have been. I know I wouldn’t be the guy I am today, and for that, I’m thankful.”
Her smile grew wide.
“What?” he asked.
“Don’t freak out, okay?”
He frowned, wondering what she could say that would make him freak out.
“I think I’m a bit in love with you right now,” she said.
Peter’s world stopped. Her smile captured him, but her words made him feel like a superhero.
“I think I’m a bit in love with you, too,” he said.
Her smile brightened. He didn’t know how it was possible for her smile to get better, but it did.
She took another swig from her glass. “Peter Miller, will you do me a favour and turn this day into a better one?”
He took her glass from her, placing it on the counter. Peter took her hand in his, leading her upstairs without speaking a word.
She followed him without fighting. Opening his door, he flicked the light on in his bedroom. Peter wanted to be able to see her, and he wouldn’t be able to do that without the added light.
Taking her in his arms, Peter pushed the jacket from her shoulders. She didn’t fight him, grabbing his shirt and tugging it over his head.
Groaning, he wrapped her hair around his fist, slamming his lips down on hers.
Their moans mingled, and her nails scored the flesh of his abdomen. Breaking away from the kiss he stared down into her eyes.
“Take your jeans off,” he said.
Her hands fumbled with the button of her jeans. She flicked it open and started to remove her jeans and pants.
“Slowly. I want to see your body revealed to me slowly,” he said.
She followed his instructions, peeling the jeans from her body slowly. All the time he kept his grip firm in her hair.
“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.
He saw her hands were shaking, but he didn’t help her. Peter watched her remove the shirt slowly. Licking his lips, he flicked the strap of her bra off her shoulder.