Ding dong! The Smythes doorbell rang loudly. I shifted through the mail that had been accidentally left on our door instead of theirs and froze when I saw a letter with Congratulations! written on the envelope. News sure travels fast, I thought sarcastically.

The door creaked open.

"Hello," I said without looking up. "This was left at our house by an accident." The person chuckled.

"Or fate?" He questioned. I looked up at his voice. It was oddly familiar and made my heart race hopefully. Gasping in shock, I took in the tousled hair and piercing green eyes that had haunted me for so long. His handsome face frowned in concern. "Are you okay, miss?"

"I… I…. Peter?" His face quickly changed from worry to suspicion.

"How would you know? I just moved here today," He demanded. I resisted the urge to touch his face and make sure he was real.

"Don't you remember me?" I asked, disappointment searing through me.

"Should I?" He took a step forward. "Actually, you do look like someone I used to know…" His forehead creased in thought. His eyes cleared when he noticed my necklace. "I remember that!" He exclaimed. I felt a smile light up my face.

"It's your kiss," I reminded him. Again his face betrayed his confusion.

"I'm sorry," He told me. "I only remember the past three years of my life. I thought that was an acorn?" He looked at his hand that was now holding mine. Neither of us made the move to change that.

"It's a long story," I said.

"I believe you."

"Do you remember Tink?" He shook his head.

"I only remember waking up in an orphanage," He reminisced, holding my hand tighter. "All they found with me was a thimble, but I insisted that it wasn't a thimble… that it was a kiss." He smiled at me, and for a second I caught a glimpse of recognition. "And, I would jump off buildings. They thought I was suicidal, but I insisted I was trying to fly." He pushed my hair back from my face.

"You could fly, Peter," I whispered. "All you need is happy thoughts, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust." He smiled again. He had such a beautiful smile.

"You don't think I'm crazy, do you?" Peter asked softly. His hand went behind my neck.

"No," I breathed. Here it was, the moment I'd been waiting for for three years. My lips puckered, and he slowly came closer. The mail I had been holding fell to the ground with a clatter as his lips met mine. They were soft, just like the kiss. It was everything I had dreamed of and more. His hands tangled in my hair and he lifted me up, ever so slightly, above the ground. The kiss lasted for a second, but I knew it would be imprinted in my mind forever.

"Wendy?" At the sound of Jeremy's voice the thrill of the kiss disappeared. I prayed no one had seen that exchange. "Darling?" He came to the door and I breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't seen anything. "I see you've met Peter. He's our butler." Jeremy clarified. I had the sneaking suspicion that he did see something, just not the kiss.

"Oh? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you," I mocked politeness. Peter snickered discretly. "Give me one second Jeremy; I'll meet you in the parlor?" I asked my fiancé. He nodded and left. I turned to Peter. "See that house over there?" I pointed at my giant blue manor. Peter smiled a yes. "Meet me at that house at midnight tonight." Peter's face looked curious. "I have something that may help you remember your past." I looked up into his green eyes. "Because… your employer's son is my fiancé." I stared at the floor. "I don't want anyone to suspect that I don't really love him." Peter tilted my head up.

"I understand," He leaned down as if to kiss me again.

"Not here," I smiled what I hoped was a reassuring smile. "Tonight," And with that I left.