John Hughes Movie

Untitled Part 12

Peter

My heart actually stopped. This girl was going to kill me. I had been faking machismo all night, trying to see how far she would let me go. There was electricity when I held her hand. My body became a goose bump when I got the ice cream off her lip. But in this moment, I have never felt more alive.

I had kissed girls other than Gen. Thank sleep away camp for that one. But none of them made me feel the way Lara Jean did. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff. One small action, a touch of the hand or a kiss on the lips would push us off, no turning back. Our relationship forever changed.

But in this moment as I looked deeply into her eyes, she was all I wanted. Her rosy cheeks and hair cascading around her shoulders made her look like everything I could ever dream of. The smirk on her face made me feel like I had corrupted her, but in a good way. It made my dick tingle. There was a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. A spark that was probably always there just hiding from my view. I took a small step forward, wanting to give her a chance to backout if she needed it. "Say it again." My voice was low and raspy as the tension rose inside my throat.

"Kiss me." She said immediately, eyes not breaking from mine. Her intensity sent a rush through my body. Holy shit. This was happening. I was about to kiss Covey.

The air suddenly seemed heavier as I felt her breath on my cheek. I slid my hand along her jawline, cupping her face, examining every detail of her astonishingly beautiful self. The light freckles twinkled on her cheeks, creating constellations that I could look at all night. Her eyes, a dazzling milky way of golden and chocolate browns. Their sweetness felt like home. My heart hammered in my chest as I slowly pulled her face to mine, subtracting the space between us until my lips were pressed to hers.

I felt my heart flip like an Olympic gymnast the moment we came together. Her lips were soft and gentle and tasted like the color pink. Her kiss was an explosion of feelings, fireworks flashing in the sky pointing me towards Covey. Why was I ever concerned that it was too soon? This kiss wasn't even over but all I wanted to do was kiss her again and again.

Our bodies moved together as she slung her arms around my neck. I felt her get on her tip toes since I was so much taller than her. Our bodies were closer than ever, skimming across each other's. The sensation sending fire through every synapsis. I breathed her in, sweet & floral like a field of wildflowers.

I could stay in this kiss forever as one of her hands began to message a small part of my neck. She had found my spot, but I was fine staying like this. I knew not to rush her into anything she wasn't comfortable with. Our lips moved together naturally. No wondering what move was going to be next. We just knew. Her lips parting slightly allowing me to play with her. A small sigh escaped her lips and I was gone.

From this moment on, I, Peter Grant Kavinsky, refused to break away from this kiss. She'd have to tear me away from her if she wanted to go back to normal life again. I was fine never going back. I'd happily say sorry to Coach T and the team. Good call not making me captain. I'm fine never playing lacrosse again if it meant I got to hear her little sounds again and again.

I felt her pull away after what felt like infinity and entirely too short at the same time. The world felt hazy as my vision came back as my eyes slowly blinked open. Covey came down from her toes. Her lips pursed together while her eyes were still closed. Her breath was heavy and she looked down at her shoes to get herself back together.

Her cheeks were completely flushed. Her lips plumper and pinker than before. It felt like a victory that I was responsible for it. She turned back to the door. I was fully expecting her say goodnight and never talk about this again. But after she opened the door she spun back to me. "You want to come in?" This really felt like the other side of things. I nodded unable to come up with words at the moment.