His hips are grinding on mine, his lips pressing hard against me and his hands roaming my body.

Each press of Pete's lips making me moan a little more into the muffled skin, each warm breath he leaves on me sends me closer to him. Eventually, I can't help but wrap my legs around his waist and try to push my nervousness to the back of my mind.

"Mikey," he whispers, pulling away a little as he runs his fingers to the bottom of my shirt and begins pulling it up, "You ready?"

My heart begins to quicken in fear in my chest, my eyes widening slightly, but I only plaster a smile and nod. I'm afraid, I don't think I'm ready to do this but at the same time, I don't want to disappoint Pete.

He bites his lip in hesitation but after a moment continues, pulling up my shirt and pushing it off before getting to his own, throwing that to the floor, too.

He kisses me again, cradling my face and eventually continuing down my neck. I shut my eyes. I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready... I... I'm not... I can't...

"Mikey, you okay?"

I open my eyes again, tears forming at the edges, "I can't do this, I'm sorry. I-I'm not ready yet."

Pete gives me a gentle look and nods, "Hey, I understand, alright?"

I smile back, pulling up and kissing him again, it doesn't last long but that's okay.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."