Seeing Wendy so delicate, head down, hair pouring down her back in the water made Peter think impulsive things. Like how he liked these new feelings. Like how he liked the kiss. Like how he'd like another one.
He flew out from behind the waterfall and softly landed in the pool behind Wendy. When she heard the splash, her immediate thought was to not look at him. Not reveal how when she opened herself up to him he'd made her feel foolish. But that would do no one any good, least of all her. She could move on from this. So could he. He would have to. She would be brave.
But when she turned around his eyes didn't look at her with the same boyish amusement. There was something new, something fiery and it sent a chill down her spine.
"Wendy, I don't know what you did to me." He said gazing in her eyes. Never let it be said that Peter Pan backed down from a challenge, even a soft pretty one that looked at him through long eyelashes. "But I think I like it."
"Ohh…" she said trailing off. Say something! What would a proper lady do? Wendy hadn't felt like being a proper lady the times she'd been alone with Peter. But maybe it was important to at least consider the idea. "Well… What do you intend to do about it Peter Pan?" It probably wasn't such a good idea putting the next move in Peter's hands but she felt wary of being the aggressive party again.
"I want to touch you," he said.
Wendy's eyes grew wider. Her nerves caught fire.
She swallowed. "Where?"
"Here." Peter lifted his hand touched his fingertips to Wendy's cheek. Slowly he moved them back toward her hairline so that his warm palm rested against the blushing hot skin on her face.
Her temperature rose. The water felt icy cold against her feet. A thrill extended through her extremities and her eyesight blurred.
Slowly her hand came up to join his against her cheek. She placed her fingers over his, caressing his knuckles, and Peter sighed deeply. Before this moment she remembered how hard it was to meet his eyes for any period of time. Now she was looking directly into his face with no embarrassment or awkwardness and he was doing the same. If just his fingers on her face could make her feel this way, what would a kiss feel like now when Peter was consciously involved?
As she pondered this thought, a rustling in the bushes behind her made her jump, and drop Peter's hand. He put his arm around Wendy's waist and moved her behind him drawing his sword.