The party buzzed downstairs while Peter was leaning against the railings on the rooftop, eyes fixed on you, camera clutched in hands. He just nods along when you ask him about the college magazine pictures. His mind elsewhere. How the dudes couldn't stop themselves from taking a double take on you to how their eyes lingered where it shouldn't. He was already both anxious and frustrated trying to figure out how to reveal his Spider-Man identity to you without freaking you out. You're his... Let's say best friend for now damn it!

He snapped out when you asked why he brought you here from the party for the nth time.

"I uh... I wanted to tell you something" he said that sentence 20 times already. So when you roll your eyes and prepare to leave, his reflexes act out, shooting a web on your hip through his webshooter then he twirls you back into his arms without even thinking. Just when he saw you noticed the web and realised his alter ego, your eyes widening, he panicked. Not wanting to answer right away or knowing what to do or maybe including everything else, especially how good you looked tonight, his lips silenced you, capturing any words you were about to let out. He pulled back for just a second to take off his glasses. The camera and his glasses clattered on the nearby table before his mouth was on you again. One hand behind your head, another gripping your waist. Undeniably tender yet passionate and let's be honest, desperate.