Peter was in love. Truly. He loved Lexi Rogers, and would scream it to the world if he had to. She was perfect, and didn't want to take advantage of her. So last night was not that. It just happened. And it was amazing. Peter was exhausted from swinging around New York, being sliced, and spending a passionate night with Lexi. It was his first time... He was lucky for it to have been Lexi. Peter woke to a light sake to his naked body, and feeling Lexi's pressed up to his. He groggily opened his eyes, and looked at her, giving a soft smile. He stretched his arms, and then remembered the fresh stitches he had. He winced a bit, but put an arm around Lexi. "Morning..." He replied, closing his eyes again and kissing her forehead. "The cut is fine.... and I feel great..." He said with another smile, he looked at her, putting a hand softly on her cheek. "How are you?" He asked. He really didn't want to leave... but he also really didn't want Mr. and Mrs. Rogers to walk in to a Naked Peter and Lexi holding each other... But it wouldn't hurt to stay for a bit longer...