Peter stood there with a lazy smirk on his face, his body leaning against the doorframe of his new apartment as he looked at you. His arms were crossed in front of him, and it was obvious he had just taken a shower.

"I see you got my text," he muses, not breaking eye contact with you once as he looks you up and down. He could tell you were out with your friends before he called; he's touched that you'd ditch them to come over. Especially considering he's your ex-boyfriend but he'd do the same.