John Hughes Movie

Chapter 19

Lara Jean

The door clicked behind us. I threw my bag on the table and turned back to him. His curls were ruffled slightly and face was flushed from dancing. I was usually not a dancer, but Peter made me confident enough to do it all night. We laughed and kissed and danced until me feet hurt. Only with him.

Peter knew how to move. He had rhythm I could only dream of. His hips naturally swayed to the music like it was the most normal thing in the world. I, on the other hand, had two left feet. I have always been clumsy, but I also never had chances to get good at dancing. I only went to two dances in all of high school, one with my friends freshman year and one with a date, Senior Prom. Dancing mostly included jumping and twirling in those days. Not the fluid, sexy motions that everyone else got classes in when I wasn't looking. This kind of dancing tonight was totally out of my comfort zone. But by the grace of Peter Kavinsky, he made me good at it. I felt confident when his hands were placed on my hips. My body knew how to move with him. It felt like our personal heaven.

Peter locked the door and took a few steps to me. His eyes slightly hooded and hazy locked into mine. The green color was something I don't think I ever could accurately describe. I wish I could bottle his eye color and paint my walls in it. His eyes were my happy place. He ran his hands up my body, his fingers making me tremble slightly. "How did I get so lucky?" his voice was husky and low. Goosebumps covered my body. Just part of what his sexy voice does to me.

His lips crashed into mine, sweet and tender. He knew he had me, no need to rush. He cupped my face and gently scrapped his fingers along my jaw, making all the hair on my body stand on end. I felt a rush in my body and needed to take things up a bit. I nipped his lips open so I could explore more of him. I needed more of him. He let out a muffled moan of delight into my mouth.

I couldn't contain myself around him. I pulled at the hem of his shirt. It fit him perfectly but it needed to be gone. My hands went under his shirt, feeling his too perfect abs and chest. He wasn't getting my hint to take it off, so I rubbed my fingers around his nipples, a spot I had learned he was ultra-ticklish. He jumped back and tore his shirt off. "You could have just asked."

"Teasing you is more fun." I laughed before racing back to his body. I could feel him shaking his head while kissing me. He backed me into the wall and put his weight on me. This kiss was more hungered and passionate, like we both knew what time it was. Peter's hands cupped my ass over my cotton dress. He seemed to be obsessed with my butt today. I didn't know why, it was nothing that special, but whatever floats his boat I'm here for.

"It was so hot earlier." He said as he kissed down my neck and nibbled at my ear.

"What?" I giggled. "Tell me what was hot?" I kissed down his jaw.

"To have every guy looking at you because you're the hottest woman in the world. They can look but I knew you were coming home with me. I think I had a semi all night just thinking about it." He grasped my ass and lifted me off the ground. My legs wrapped around him without thought. My body felt on fire from his words.

Tonight, was one of the first nights we had been out in public together. I didn't think anything weird of it until Chris said something about it in the car. Totally innocent in a Chris being the most curious person I know and asking ten thousand questions way. I just assumed it was because we like to just hang out with our people, Trevor, Chris, and some of the other lacrosse guys. I wouldn't have even thought about unless she said something. All of our dates had been going to each other's places or way out of town. None of it intentional, but now in the back of all of my thoughts, always sparking up at the wrong moments.

He was pulling at the hem of my dress when I couldn't stop my mouth. "What are we?"

Peter looked up at me like I just asked the dumbest question ever. He cocked his head while holding me against him. "Excuse me?" His eyes looked so clear and kind. I pulled a small fuzz off his cheek while his brow furrowed as he examined me.