Ginger felt her heart racing, her eyes welling with tears as he started talking about them, about what they had. She missed it. Not like this, though. Never this. The way he talked, it made her cringe. The way he talked about her thinking it special, it made her stomach lurch. And for the first time since he'd dragged her into this alley, Ginger didn't have any words. No, instead she was being forced to allow memories she'd opted to ignore to be brought to the surface and mocked because she'd actually felt something for him. The real Peter. The human Peter.
A whimper escaped her when he punched the wall, just to the side of here her head was resting against the brick behind her. "I never tried to own, Peter. I can't help I felt something. It happens. I was barely legal to drink when you took to me." Not that her age was really an excuse. Surely it played a part, but it wasn't the only reason she fell for him. She couldn't entirely explain it exactly. "Of course I was jealous, I woke up in a new world to find my boyfriend had a boyfriend. It'd been months for you, but only minutes for me. It was too much at once."
She kept her eyes trained on him. She couldn't risk giving him any kind of advantage, no matter how small. Looking away? That was not an option.