Did Peter Kavinsky get his happily ever after ? Or was she always as cold as a Winter night ? "Okay look I'll show you" I scooted my jean clad legs off the stool and slowly slipped myself between Peters legs . I could feel his breath hitch as I closed the gap between us , we were now chest to chest. I began to run my fingers from his hands to his neck locking them in his curly chocolate locks. As I did this I could feel Peters warm arms engulfing my waist as he slowly placed his large hands at the hem of my jeans, his thumb playing with the exposed skin of my lower back . My whole body was now on fire . As my lips found the side of his head I pecked his temple gently. "See now tell me you didn't believe that."