Tuesday, March 8th: 7:06 am
The back of my shirt was immediately soaked by the cold alley wall as Spider-Man pushed me up against it. I could feel his heavy breathing through the mask he wore over his face. It was hot against my throat. He's so fast, so strong. I feel that he could crush me if he wanted to. But he didn't. He held his body against mine, his gloved fingers pressing firmly into the soft flesh of my upper arms, holding me against the brick wall.
"I'm beginning to think," I could tell he was on the verge of laughing, his deep voice curling in sensuous delight, "the reason you keep getting yourself into trouble is just to see me."
For the first time in my life, I couldn't think of the right thing to say. I was stunned by his brash move but I couldn't keep the corners of my mouth from turning up.
"Ya know, ma'am," His voice dropped an octave as he brought his masked mouth to my ear. He spoke in a whisper that gave me goose bumps, "If you wanted to see me, all you had to do was ask."
In the distance, an alarm is sounding; blaring sirens growing louder with every second. He hears the alarm and his head jerks towards the opening of the alleyway but his grip doesn't loosen on my arms, nor does he pull his rigid hard body away from mine.
"Don't go," I whisper. Upon hearing my voice, he turns back to look at me, his helpless victim. I'm looking, searching, into the opaque ovals that cover his eyes. "Please."
He releases his grip on my arms. With the back of his gloved hand, he traces my cheekbone then steps away from me.
"You know how to find me."
The sirens blare louder. Louder. And louder still. The scenery becomes foggy until the alleyway begins to melt away. I try to reach out for Spider-Man but my fingers slip through him.
"If I have that damned alarm clock waking me up one more time, Mary Jane Watson, I'm going to throw it outta the window!" The alarm clock couldn't wake me from my splendid dream but Uncle Brown's bellowing definitely could. "And then I'll throw you outta the window to get it!"
Welcome to my life, diary. Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be one Hell of a ride.