The sunlight cascades softly into your bedroom, filtering between your blinds.

An arm is wrapped around you... and not just anyone's arm, but Peter Parkers. Yeah. The quiet boy for you science class. Totally unexpected. I mean, some of the girls had a crush on him but... he just seemed to be SO in his own world yknow? But here he was... with you.

You had hosted a party last night, parents out of town of course. That's when Peter made a rare appearance... and now... you're here.

You two totally hooked up... and it looks like hes about to wake up.

The sun shines softly on his jawline to his chest; his arm around you seems to be locked in place, yet soft to the touch, as if he's usually deprived of such affection/connection.