John Hughes Movie

Chapter 15

Lara Jean

I opened my eyes to the screeching sound of water turning off. They fluttered open to see the blue check of Peter's sheets. My bra was still hanging over my shoulders, but nothing else. I put my hands down to feel the soft cotton of his sheets to make sure this wasn't a cruel dream. I looked over at the lock 8AM. I had slept at his house. I took a deep breath and could feel his arm wrapped around me even though he was no longer in bed. I could remember him smelling like clean grass and had played with my hair until I feel asleep after a night of fun.

I sat up and looked around his tidy bedroom. My clothes sprinkled around his room were the only things scattered over the floor. Memories of last night came back like a boomerang to the face. He was lying in bed, handsome and cheeky as his body was covered in bruises, still flirting with me any chance he could. One kiss turned to many, which turned to more and more.

I had hooked up with penalty, well a few, exactly 3, guys before but last night felt different. I felt a confidence I never knew I had. I usually let the guy take charge. I always assume that they know better than me, probably more experience too. But last night, I didn't care about any of that. Peter made me feel electric and confident. My touch was lightening and he was impervious to. It gave me a rush, making me feel wanted and sexy. I had been described as cute or pretty before, but never sexy. Never sexy and beautiful until last night.

The door clicked open and Peter came out of the bathroom wearing only bright white boxer briefs and a towel around his neck. It was obvious he was trying to be quiet for me. He took one step when the floor board creaked and he looked towards the bed to see if I was still sleeping. "Oh, I didn't know you were up?" He smiled at me and my heart flipped again.

"Good morning to you too." I watched as he casually walks over to a set of drawers and pull out a dry fit t shirt and athletic shorts with his sheets pulled up to my chest. Every muscle rippling under his flesh. His bruises fully purple and raised. "I think I made your bruises worse."

"Nah." He touched down his side. "I'll drink some pineapple juice and they'll be gone in no time."

"Pineapple juice?" I dropped the sheet and leaned forward.

"It's got bromelain in it. Helps with swelling." He smirked and threw on his shorts. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead. He smelled so clean and fresh. "How are you feeling this morning? Sorry about leaving you alone. I didn't want to wake you up. You looked too peaceful." God, he was too good for this world.

"I'll always take an extra hour." I smiled up at his beautiful face. He hadn't shaved and had a fair amount of stubble on his face and neck. I did everything to not want to kiss it up and down. "I'm great." I bit my lip while looking at his. "Better than great."

He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my lips. "Me too." He smiled, his eyes still closed. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like an angel in the morning?"

I tried to hide my blush but he had a way of seeing right through me. "There's that over complimenting I look forward too."

"As long as you don't start crying about it again." He rolled his eyes playfully and slid his arm around my back. I was suddenly extremely aware that I was still in only my bra. I giggled back at him. I wanted to hide how much I loved how we could poke fun at each other. Our thing, whatever this was turning into, was built on friendship. It made everything so easy.

"Are you sure you have to go to the meeting this morning?" I put my hand on his chest as he rubbed my back. "Can't you say your injuries are so bad that you need the day? I think they would forgive you."