A smiled was on his lips at her words, still kissing her. Peter loved her fingertips, her lips, the smell of her perfume, and way her perfect body rested against his... He knew he's been through this though process before, but he absolutely couldn't get enough. Then she fell on to the bed, and asking him a question he couldn't help but smile, turning a bit pink, running a hand through his hair. He sat down next to her, leaning back on his shoulders, still with a smile.

"I started having a crush on you when we were in seventh grade... You and Harry got invited to your first dance." Peter left out the part where whenever he asked someone they would laugh or make an excuse. "And your mom was outta town so you went over to my place to get Aunt May's opinion... and i walked down the stairs to see [i]the most beautiful[/i] girl i have ever seen in my life..." He gave a weak smile.

"And... I think it was freshman year when i realized that I loved you..." Peter's heart was thumping. His mouth was a bit dry... again, he wasn't a ladies man. "You yelled at Flash so loudly after he bumped in to a girl who tripped and fell in this patch of dirt, ruining this new outfit... and after the yelling you went over to this complete stranger and started to help, and comfort her, and making sure she was alright... It was incredible... It felt good to know that someone else tried to stick up for those who can't... I being one of them, but i guess that didn't stop me from talking off to the jocks..." Peter shrugged, his soft brown eyes looking in to her bright blue ones. 

There were many times where he would think she was absolutely perfect, and his heart wanted to be hers... Being a young boy growing up did that to him...

"How about you? When did you fall for me?" He asked with a smile.