John Hughes Movie

Chapter 20

Lara Jean

"God, this soundtrack is so good." Peter rubbed my shoulders as the credits started on our latest movie. We decided we needed a more modern title for our project and I insisted it must be Booksmart. It was perfect for us. It had all the perfect jokes for Peter and a friendship so pure it makes sob for me.

"I think we can tie it in with the party in American Pie. Show how what people see as cool could change." I asked looking up at him from his legs. I loved lazy weekend mornings with him. They didn't happen often, but when our schedules aligned, it was magical.

He looked down at me smiling and brought his lips to mine. "That sounds perfect." I still floated every time he kissed me. I was so lucky that he was mine. He had maybe accidentally told me he loved me in his sleep about last night. I didn't say anything about it. If he wanted to tell me it again, I wanted him to do it the way he wants to. I can't deny I love having this secret though. It was locked up tight in my heart, like a picture in a locket.

"I'm not telling you not to go to your voluntary workout. But I am going to highlight the word voluntary." I gave him the puppy dog eyes attempting to have him stay longer. I knew there was no chance he'd stay. He cared too much about his team, but I could beg a little bit.

"It's only a couple hours. I'll be back before you even notice. You're so needy now that you're a girlfriend. I like it." He got up and grabbed our empty cups into the kitchen. He was so cute when he was domestic. He liked to take care of people. He said he mom always worked crazy hours growing up so he would take care of his younger brother. He knew how to cook, and do laundry, and fold a fitted sheet. The man said he likes doing dishes. WHO LIKES DOING DISHES?

"But what will I do without you?" I dramatically flopped my body onto the couch. "What if I have to take another lover when you're gone for the war?"

"I think you'll live, Gone with The Wind." He laughed before going into my room to change.

"I make no promises!" I yelled and grabbed my phone. A message from Chris asking to hang out, an email from my Dad about security systems, and a few notifications from apps that didn't matter. I texted Chris to come over and threw my head back to look at the ceiling.

"Want me to pick up Thai food after practice? I have to swing by my place to pick up some clothes but can get it on the way back here." He came out of my room in green workout shorts and a dark gray cut off gym top. It rested magically on his clavicle. The arm hole cut low showing off his enormous lat muscles. It was like the shirt was made to show off what I now found to be the hottest part of him.

I sat up with a fire burning inside of me, like something I never felt before. My mouth dropped open as the breath went out of my body. My eyes were glued to him as my mind started racing to the naughtiest of thoughts. I wanted to kiss every inch of his chest. Suck on the exposed muscle and mark my treasure. "Holy fuck."

"What?" He turned to me shocked. "I can get something else if you don't want Thai."

"Not that. Pad Thai with extra chili sauce on the side please. That shirt." My eyes still boggled by his beautiful body.

"What about it?" He smoothed it down his body only making me want to run my fingers over his abs.

"Have I seen you wear this before?" I got up and went to him. My hands went to his exposed lats.

He sucked in a breath then smirked at my touch and ran his fingers up and down my sides. "I'm not sure."

"Hmmm" I moaned as his muscles flexed under my fingers. "I like it."