Always and Forever Little LJ 💌

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When Peter takes me home I see that the living room light is on, everyone is probably asleep. I give Peter a kiss goodnight and open the door. Miss- I mean Trina is in the living room watching television with a glass of white wine.

"Hey Trina, Your up late"

"Yeah...your dad wanted to stay up until you got home, but he was so exhausted from his surgery so I told him I would wait , plus I wanted to hear how your date went with Mr. Handsome", she says smirking.

I sit next to her and fill her in on our date. She says it sounded boring and now that I think about it she has a point. It does sound boring, but with Peter it's never boring. What we did didn't matter to me, as long as we were together. I feel my neck for my necklace and I caress it while blushing, thinking about the day he gave it to me.

"Why don't you go to bed, you have a big day tomorrow." Trina says.

"But before I go do you think I can tastes some of your wine, not a lot just a little. In my book the main character was talking about their trip to France and how good wine tasted. I was just curious."  I say praying that she doesn't realize I am lying.

"I don't know-- your dad wouldn't be too happy if he found out."

"Yeah your right." I say with my sad face on. I know Trina would let me have some, because she know I am in a bad mood about leaving Peter tomorrow.  I am on my way to go upstairs when Trina tells me to wait. Victory. After I have a sip of wine I run upstairs. When I open my room door to  see Kitty in the middle of my bed, spread out in a X sleeping. I am too tired to wrestle her out of my room and so I just begin to get ready for bed. I pick out my outfit for tomorrow which is just one of Peter's sweater's I stole and jeans, since tomorrow will be a very busy and long day. I put on a face mask that my Grandma sent from Korea, it says to leave it on for 20 minutes so I push Kitty over in my bed and wait. I go on my phone to call Margot but it's 4 in the morning there and so I don't bother. I turn my phone down on the bed and just sit there. My phone buzzes. It's Peter.

Hey. I can't sleep. Can I come over for a while?

I look over to Kitty, who is sleeping so peaceful and innocent. So I just sit there wondering what we would do if he came. Probably just kiss and snuggle. Which gets me thinking about the last time Peter had sex. It's been over two years! I wonder if his porn is helping, or is it just making it worse. Are our make out sessions just getting him worked up? I don't want to put him through that, even though I want to so badly. When Peter comes you UNC in two weeks to visit me. I am going to surprise him, with cookies, slow music and dim lighting. I think I am going to lose my virginity to Peter in when he visits me. I'm ready. I blush over the thought of Peter's face when I tell him I am ready. I decided not to let him come, build up the anticipation.

Sorry. Kitty is sleeping in my room. I can't sleep either, I wish you could come. Sorry

My timer goes off and so I go in the bathroom to take it off. I look at myself in awe. This mask is really making my skin smooth and silky. I get another text from Peter

oh okay. You said you can't sleep either, are you okay. do you want to talk?

I don't answer him yet, I just look in the mirror admiring my clear skin. I think the masks are starting to work! I decide to take a selfie for Peter, because I feel guilty that he can't come over. I rarely take selfies, but when I do I always look my best. I take about ten, and I scroll through to see which one looks the best, but none of them are good enough to send to Peter. I go in my dresser looking for a shirt so I can take them over. I find a grey crop top with the words sleep time written in black across it. I take my hair out of my pony tail so it could cover some of my face and I put on some lip gloss. I take the pictures over and I am scrolling and scrolling, until I'm on the last picture.

"That's it!" I say smiling,

I send it to Peter, with no text, no explanation. This is so unlike me, must be the wine! I study the picture for imperfections and I realize that my eyelashes look really short and my facial expression looks a little off. Why did I send the picture, what if he doesn't like it. I try to delete it, but it's no use. On the screen it says

Seen 12 seconds ago

My heart is beating out of my chest, with excitement and fear. Peter says

WOW. You look...HOT!

I am blushing while reading it. I know he liked it because he typed In all caps, he only does that when he talks about food and when he is really passionate about something. Would it be weird to ask him for a picture? I don't do this, I don't know how this works or what the next step is. Do I send it and then go on with my night? I build up the confidence to ask him.

"Can you send my a picture of you- - for my lock screen? I want a new picture"

I wait patiently for a respond. Knowing Peter he is probably fixing his hair and looking for the perfect lighting. I finally get a picture from Peter. He is in his laying in his bed shirtless and you can see a little bit of his underwear under his pants. Every since he was accepted to UVA he has been trying to get buff, and it's paying off. His face is so handsome and he has the body to match it. I have never told Peter he was sexy, or hot or anything like that. I don't know how to text it, so I call him. As the phone rings I close door so that Kitty can't here us. He answers.

"Hey! So is my picture good enough from you lock screen " he laughs

"Yeah. you look--" I blush "sexy"

I can feeling him smiling.

His voice goes soft like he is embarrassed "I have never heard you say that before Covey. What are you up to and how come you sent me a picture?"

" I don't know, I just - -wanted to." I blush.

he says happily " I wish I could kiss you right now. Your sure I can't come over for a while?"
I really consider this for a second. His hands in my hair, his warm lips on mine. Gosh, I really want him here, but no. I have to get use to not calling Peter ever time I want him.
" no I am sure. It's getting really late anyways. You can kiss me all you want when you visit me in 2 weeks."
He lets out a big sigh. "Only 2 weeks". I imagine his arms around me and that's how I fall asleep.