Magical Neverland : Part 6

He seemed to be a perfect combination of cute and sexy. He made me feel so comfortable with his easy-going nature. He won me over so quickly, it scared me. And it can’t be. I felt like I was cheating on Peter Pan. I was having a made-up relationship with him in my fantasies, it became concerningly real. I would see if that guy is really that interested and if he would come back for me. I still didn’t know why he was here. Maybe he was just looking for a place to sleep in a big-ass house, as he called it himself. The chances of anyone finding him in this room were small. He had to know that and probably counted on that. At least he gave me something that would haunt me when he would be gone: A face to remember for my fantasies. I stood up and walked to a shelf in the middle of the room to get some distance between us. “I don’t mind if you stay here. We don’t use this room anyway, the windowsill is comfy and it’s dry in here.” “You think I am homeless.” He said amused continuing the conversation.

• “Well, I don’t know you. I just wanted to say, it’s fine by me. Plus there are many interesting books, if you like to read.”
• “I already found an interesting one.” 
• “Okay. Great. Keep it.”
• “I think you should have it to, you know, continue writing.” He stood up and walked towards me.
• “What do you mean?”

He was now standing in front of me. His appearance made me gasp again. He had the perfect height, slightly taller than me. I hoped he couldn’t see that his presence made me weak. He bit his lower lip and smiled expressively at me. He looked down and I did too. That’s when I saw the book he was holding in his right hand. He must have had it the whole time, I was just so distracted by his handsomeness I didn’t notice it before. I could only see the back cover, but it looked frighteningly familiar. “No, no, no…please don’t let it be what I think it is.” He was getting more and more amused by the situation. He took another step forward in my direction. I couldn’t move, my legs were completely frozen in shock. He was close enough that our bodies almost touched. So close I hoped he couldn’t tell what I was thinking of. He wanted to pass the book over to me and I tried to grab it when he slightly leaned down to my left ear, whispering: “From what I read, you know exactly who I am.” I stared at him in horror, not able to hold the book, which was quite heavy. It fell down to the ground with a loud bang, revealing its cover: –Sexventures with Peter Pan-. “Oh no!!!” I screamed, covering my face with my hands. “That is the most embarrassing moment in my life and for all eternity!” 

• “Ohoh, no!” He laughed calmly, covering my hands with his and leading them away from my face. And again, I couldn’t help but notice his big and masculine hands. 
• “Please tell me you didn’t read it!” I looked up at him and was hoping for a convincing lie. But his smile gave it away.
• “Noooo!” I squeaked, turning away, but he gently repositioned me back to him, still holding my hands. He didn’t say anything, which made it worse. “You know such intimate things about me, and I know nothing about you. What’s even your name?” “Peter Pan!” Mother screamed, entering the room.