Super Secret

The Dance

I smacked my lips, placing the lid on the light red lipstick. I sat back. Looking at myself in the mirror.

I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. My heart began pounding with excitement. It was Peter, picking me up for the spring formal. I ran downstairs. My dad had already let Peter in. Once I got to the last couple steps I began walking slower. Peter watched me in aw. It was as if his eyes turned to hearts. I blushed as I looked at him. I looked down at the navy blue dress I was wearing and then back at him.

Once I reached the bottom of the steps he walked over to me and held his hand out to me. I took it and he lead me to the door.

"You two have fun tonight." My dad smiled. "Be back by eleven." He said.

Peter lead me to his car. It was really just his aunt's car. He held the door for me to get in. Then we drove to the school. Talking about everything that happened The night before. How they were all arrested.

We walked in and went to the dance floor. Dancing to upbeat music most of the time.

All of a sudden, the music shifted to a slow song. Peter and I both looked at each other and blushed.

"May I have this dance?" He smiled, holding out his hand. I nodded and took his hand. He placed his other hand on my waist and I draped my arm over his shoulder, resting my hand on his neck.

"You look really amazing tonight." Peter smiled, pulling me closer and swaying us gently to slow beat of the music.

"Well I mean you look beautiful all the time but you look really pretty tonight." He stuttered, blushing harder.

"Thank you." I giggled. "You look really nice too." We danced in silence, our bodies pressed against each others and our noses almost touching. I was acutely aware of the pressure of his hand pressing on my lower back, the feeling of my hand in his and his hair tickling my fingers.

Peter moved his head so our cheeks were rubbing gently against each other, "So what happens now, after all that?" His breath tickled my ear, "Does life just go back to normal?" He asked.

"Peter, we have powers, you're a super hero. Life is never going to be normal anymore." I chuckled. I felt him smile softly. "It's going to be a crazy life, Peter."

"Well at least I get to live this crazy life with you." He said, moving back to look me in the eyes.

I blushed and nodded my head, giggling.

"Emerson." He breathed.

His voice made my heart race. The way he said my name so tenderly and sweetly. His voice was deep and rich and I could feel his chest rumble when he spoke.

"I-" Peter swallowed and cleared his throat, "I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, but I didn't know how, or when."

"What is it?" I breathed.

"Emerson. I-I love you."

He said it. He said the words. Those three simple words forced my heart to beat uncontrollably, my face to warm up, my eyes to light up, my smile to grow, my hand to grip his tighter, butterflies to start flying in my stomach.

"Peter." My eyes started to tear and I couldn't speak through my smile, "Peter, I love you too."

My hand slid up his muscular arm to his chest and my other hand gripped his hair. In a second, his hands were on my waist, playing with the ends of my hair and pulling me close, and his lips were on mine.

He was holding tight to the folds of my dress and my hands were tangled in his hair and running over his chest.

I didn't want the kiss to end but we were both smiling like idiots and giggling like twelve year olds.

"I love you, Em." He whispered again, "I love you."

"I love you too, Peter."