Peter pushed his face into the side of your neck, his hands on your waist as he met your gaze in the mirror. He'd found you looking at yourself in the mirror with disgust. He wouldn't have any of that nonsense.

You were the most gorgeous thing he's ever laid his eyes on. Precious. You were utterly precious in his eyes. "You're beautiful." He murmured into your neck, giving you a small peck on your jaw.