it wasn’t something the blonde would complain about. she would be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind… but, he was peter’s best friend. he shouldn’t even be an option for her… it had been months since their last break up. a perfect time to start trying to move on or decide if she was going to continue this endless cycle she found herself in… though she hadn’t said it out loud, her heart had decided for her her.
no hesitation. aaron brought the light back into her when it has seemed all but gone. gwen knew that. she knew what he did to her and yet, she wasn’t willing to say it. there was too much on the line. she could swallow her feelings, but he was making it nearly impossible.
❝ we are friends, aaron, but i don’t thing friends kiss like that . . . ❞ blue eyes are searching his face for answers. did he feel the way she did ? he must if he kissed her like she was all he has ever wanted…
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈, intertwined, the stronger longing’s unrelenting grip on his heart had gotten. with mollifying, lingering scent invading nostrils, and warmth of her lips nestled on his own — he couldn’t prevent himself from picturing what gwen stacy could be to him. it had been wrong, but tethered contemplation never stopped reminding him of unarticulated feelings secretly residing in his core. not that it mattered, it couldn’t matter. tongue’s tied by 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘉𝘖𝘛𝘏, meaningful moment, and raging inner war. she was his best friend’s other half, or used to be. notwithstanding, aaron couldn’t shake how she made him feel — although there was never room for him in that story. they were friends, 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘚, and that had to be enough. still, it wasn’t. he had been silent for so long, waiting for the right time. but now? now, as messy as it all had been, was his chance to haul it all out in the open. affirmative, emotion-stocked sigh drifts into atmosphere immersed in unalloyed tension, blue eyes at home in those he rarely hadn’t gladly gotten lost in. ‘ i can’t do it anymore — ’ finally, he speaks up, fingertips lost in her blonde locks. as if she would vanish into thin air right in front of him. ‘ i can’t keep pretending you don’t mean the world t’ me. ’ long-awaited admission melds with blurred vision, while formerly incessant pressure subsides. their talks, their lame 𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌 𝘑𝘖𝘒𝘌𝘚, the way her face would light up whenever her favorite topics were brought up? in his book, definition of absolute serenity that didn’t have to end. ‘ i’m sorry. ’ faltering apology surfaces after hefty silence, only to be annihilated by another yearning kiss, souls colliding once again. one thing was for certain — it didn’t feel wrong. on the contrary, it was as though lost puzzle pieces were at last joined to one another.