Peter smiled and put a hand up her shirt to feel her skin. He stroked down her back, her bottom, and stopped at her legs. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her legs. Then he picked her up bridal style and kissed her.
The next morning, Peter smiled and rubbed her hands up and down her back. "Morning love." He whispered in her ear, kissing her on the cheek. He knew they didn't do it yet because he didn't want to hurt her. They just used their hands.
Peter returned and smiled as he watched her. He placed the basket of apples on the table and walked over. He rubbed her back lovingly and remembered the last time he fell in love. It was sixty years ago to her world. But to him it felt like it was five years ago when he fell in love with Wendy. However, they went separate paths and Peter had moved on. Having seen this girl, he knew he fell in love again. This time, he wouldn't let his love leave his grasp again.