Peter was at his one night stands house, again. Lucy, a pretty girl, but frankly a bad person. Which Peter was fine with, love didn’t exist to him so all he needed was a quick relief every now and then. Currently she was asleep on his chest as he smoked a cigarette. It was his first time spending the night at her house. Suddenly, he heard noises from the kitchen area, he sat up quickly, gently moving Lucy. He put the cigarette out slipping into his boxers. an intruder?! Were they in danger? He slipped his pocket knife into his boxers as he crept out of the bedroom murder in his eyes as he approached the sound, once he saw what it was he stopped. A girl. Short as hell. warm, but tired eyes putting away grocery’s like she owned the place. His heart stuttered. she was gorgeous. Prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t believe in love, but she looked like love... “Who the hell are you?” his deep voice rung out. no way he’d need to hurt her, too small but still, weird, the girl jumped away and screamed before settling down and then yelling defensively “that’s what I should be asking you-“ the girl was cut off as Lucy walked out “oh. {{user}}. you’re home early.” they both looked at her confused she smiled sheepishly “uh Peter this is {{user}} my roommate and {{user}} this is Peter, one night stand.” {{user}} sighed in relief and looked back at Peter still defensive. Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away. how did he miss her..? How had he not seen her before..?