- peter parker's pov:

as wade and i walked the dim-lit hallway to my apartment, the only thing i could feel between us was tension and lust. no other feelings radiated between us. it so stupid, right? me going back to him after he was doing infidelities. i know many people wouldn't do that. hell, most people would cut that person off from their life for good.

but i couldn't do that. he was there for me. i needed him. he reminded me of my gravity when i spiraled down to earth. his sweet, husky voice would say 'i love you' in the most perfect timings and i believed him when he said it like that. he must really love me, right?

suddenly, we arrived to our destination: my apartment door. we kinda stood there for a while, gazing at each other. i could feel him eyeing me up and down as i did the same. it made me flustered, which wade seemed to enjoy. finally, i realized that i needed my keys to open the door to let us in, so i grabbed them from my pockets, unlocked and opened the door.

as we walked inside my apartment, wade breathed in and out heavily, as if he was smelling a pleasurable smell. "what was that for?" i said to him.

"i missed this smell." he muttered, his eyes were closed.

"what smell?" i said. i didn't know that my home had a particular smell.

"your smell." he said, turning around and looking at me. his eyes pierced into mine. i could feel my cheeks blushing a crimson red.

as i said, he had a way with words that no one else seemed to have. he knew what things made me flustered. he's said before that he loved the way my blush coated my cheeks, so it's no wonder he always compliments me, and stuff.

"um.. s-so please explain yourself, wade." i stuttered out. i needed to change the dense atmosphere around us. all the lust and tenseness made me feel like i was suffocating.

he looked away and sighed. i knew that sigh. he sighed like that when i asked him about his scars. he sighed like that when i asked him about his family. he sighed like that when something awful has been brought up. "listen, spidey.. i don't want to talk about that.. it's in the past. i promise. it won't happen again." his tone was laced with obvious sorrow. god, how i wanted to believe in him. i wanted to believe his promises. but his promises never put up.

i shook my head and looked at him sternly, my gaze fixated on his eyes, trying my hardest not to soften up now. "wade, you need to tell me what happened that night. now." i used my most serious tone of voice i could, which was hard for me since my voice has never been deep enough to cause others to be weary of me.

as he looked at me, his eyes began pooling with tears. i bit my lip in attempt to hold back my own tears. i couldn't stand the sight of him crying. it physically hurt me. but i needed to hold back and not give in if i wanted our relationship to go back to the way it was. before his infidelities and lies.

"alright. ill tell you. but let's sit down." he said, his voice trembling and tears rolling down his face, which i had never heard nor seen before. he always stifled his tears away and plastered a smile whenever he was close to crying. i nodded and lead us into my bedroom, where we sat down on my bed.

"continue." i said.