This is fanfic smut of To all The boys I've Ever Loved Before.I loved watching the movie,and definitely Noah Centineo,who plays Peter in the books.When I came across the fandom,I noticed there wasn't a lot of Fanfiction,and after seeing the movie,es...
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As I was walking towards the hot tub I could see the powerful arch of Peters back and wavy brown hair.i was giddy,but also nervous abt the same time.i had left the safety and warmth of my hotel suite,to come talk to Peter about our...troubles in fake dating.Cuz let's face it.i was starting to come too attached to him,and that's what scared me.So hopefully coming out here to call off the contract was my main priorities tonight.But then when I came face to face with him.Me standing in my nightgown and flannel ,him in all his glory sitting in the tub,a perfect specimen in every way.I started doubting myself...maybe if I could stop being too chicken and actually go after I want,I wouldn't be in this mess.But then again,it wouldn't be right by Peter.He clearly still had feelings for Gen,which I understood,and didn't want to get in the way anymore. It seemed my presence had caught him off guard...like really off guard.He was sitting ,arms hanging on the rails of the tub,just gazing at the bubbles coming up into the surface.Why was he looking at me that way?His smoldering gaze was transfixed on me in a way I have never seen him do,or any man give someone in real life,Well except for in the books I read. I totally forgot what I was going to say to him....an ultimatum on something.But my traitorous eyes were too busy looking at his pecs and wet abs to form coherent thoughts.During my brain fogginess , I didnt sense Kavinskys eyes trailing down to my exposed collar,and chest,he was trying and failing to look away.Darn my hastiness to leave my room.I had forgot to fully cover up,and my thin flannel wasn't helping the chilly brisk wind . He was the first to break the silence.Good for me ,cuz it gave me more time to rememorize the speech I had prepared.But what came out of his mouth,was what I was least expecting. "I want to keep doing this Lara Jean Covey.I want to keep going on picnics with you.I want to keep watching your old chick flick movieswith you ,No matter how cheesy they are,I want to keep picking you up and dropping you off from school.I want to keep writing notes to you about how beautiful you look that day in your unique quirky outfits ,I want to keep seeing you when you tie your hair up in your rediciolously cute scrunchies.But most importantly,I want to keep-No wait,Need,to keep seeing you everyday,and making you laugh ,making you squirm with my undeniable good lucks and charm,and I want you to keep being my friend,a caring person that listens,And don't lie Covey,we both know you want the same thing. "So what do you say Covey?Are we on the same page"?peter asked me in a gasped breath for air. This doesn't make any sense...what about His ex,my ex best friend. "Listen Kavinsky,I don't want to play any games ok?i don't want to end up just being another one of your rebounds.What we had....Or what we were pretending to have...felt good,perfect even.But I don't want to always be 2nd best.Itll always be Genevieve before me,and I don't want to go through that,just to get heartbroken."I said sniffling "God,covey,you can be so dense sometimes " "You were never,And Never will be 2nd best.Sure,Gen and I have history,but YOU?You are my future,I know that now.I WANT you,and only you.Because I....I love you Lara Jean.You got that Covey?Cuz for me,The contract was real.Us?"he said pointing to me and him,"Are real".
