Re: Peter and Lucy
It's funny how everything in the world seems to stop whenever the one person we can't stop thinking about is suddenly standing there, looking more beautiful than we remember. Peter's breath felt like it was caught in his throat when he saw Lucy, her smooth tendrils hanging at her slim shoulders, hair he wanted to sift his fingers in.
He cleared his throat and stepped close to her, his arms going around her. She was his friend, hugs were permitted, he hoped. "It does, doesn't it?" he said as he pulled away, his hand slipping into her dainty one. He moved far enough away to have a good look at her while still keeping her hand in his. "You look beautiful," he said. For his part, Peter hadn't dressed up very much. He'd just thrown a blazer on over his regular shirt and jeans, and now he felt downright under dressed.