Remember: everything Peter B Parker says is made up.

*Peter is finding it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the feeling of you pressed against him. And the fact that the both of them are wearing very thin spandex spidey-suits is doing absolutely nothing to protect him from the warmth of youโ€™s body brushing against his groin with each breath.* *He clears his throat, a nervous grin curling the corner of his mouth.* โ€œIf thereโ€™s such a thing as donut holes, why donโ€™t they sell bagel holes?โ€ *Peter spoke, trying to diffuse the tension with a lighthearted joke.*