Always and Forever Little LJ 💌

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*In this story I have made some changes so pretend with me. Mr. Kim is a teacher me assistant and he is 21. Three years older than Lara Jean. Enjoy.

Classes are over for the day and I'm going to grab lunch at the cafeteria. I get a grilled cheese sandwich and carrots. I find a empty table and crack open a book, it's been forever since I have been able to read with all that's going on with my life. Humiliation of telling my ex-boyfriend that I still am In love with him, moving to my mom's old college, and about to have a date with my teacher, and all the classes that I'm taking. I just need to take a minute to de-stress and relax. I go to the page I was on last in my book; The Letter Of The Noon. A book filled with love, romance, heartbreak, love triangles and lust. As soon as I open the first page I eat up the story and I devour every single word that was said. This book reminds me of how love feels and how butterflies swarm in my belly every time I hear him call my name. I close my eyes and my whole body chills and then stiffens as the realization of the history of Peter and I float in my mind. Hours go by and I finish the book, and for a second I feel like the old me. I feel like no bad ass, I feel like a dork. Who spends every Friday night with her little sister and bakes weekly and reads until her eyes turn red, and fantasize about being swept off her feet. Quite frankly, I love this nostalgic feeling. I pack up my things, I check my phone, I have been reading for 3 hours. I only have 1 hour to get dressed for my dinner with my professor. I walk outside and to my dorm building. When I get to my hallway, I make a dash for it. The last thing I want to do right now is to run into Peter, not to ruin the perfect day I've been having. Once I've made it safely into my dorm room, I try to find something to wear. I didn't expect him to bite the bait so soon or I would've picked up a outfit from Margot's this morning. I guess I have to settle for my wardrobe. I put on a dark green plaid skirt and creme off-white fitted t-shirt with my edgy black boots, and I leave my hair out; curls still in tact. I take my school bag and my laptop with me, just in case all of this is for real, and I'm making a fool of myself. When I get to his house. I make final adjustments. Fix my skirt, untuck my hair from behind my ears and center my backpack straps in the middle of my shoulders and arms. My heart is beating a mile each minute, and I can feel myself chickening out. I've lost the clothes and I'm losing the confidence as well. While I'm wrapped up in my thoughts, out of nowhere my hands go rouge from my brain and knocks on the door unexpectedly and unknowingly. I kick myself for it while waiting patiently.
He opens the door, I look up at his tender green eyes and get chills instantly. He smells like coconut and vanilla; fresh from a shower and he looks handsome. A black polo shirt that hugs his biceps and black jeans that overall makes him look slender. "Lara Jean, come in." He says. I walk into his house, and it is huge. Way bigger than a teacher assistant salary can offer. "Wow. In here is nice." I say surprisingly. He smiles. "Thanks, it's what marketing can do for you. I could never afford a place like this on teachers assistant salary alone." We walk to his kitchen where there are pots and pans on medium height simmer something delicious. He gestures me to sit at one of his chairs at the island counter top. "So I didn't know if you were against meat or anything so I made two meals. Veggie Burgers or Spaghetti and Meatballs; which one do you want?" Nobody has made me dinner before, except family. This is actually really sweet. "Spaghetti is fine." I say while feeling the burn of a blush on my cheeks. He turns off one of the pans and tells Siri to set a timer for 5 minutes. He sighs heavily and puts his elbows on the island and leans forward. He is two feet away from me and I feel intimidated. "So Miss Lara Jean Covey, tell me about you, how have classes been so far?" "Well, I don't want to bore you with the details." I say. He chuckles. "Try me." So I begin to tell him about classes, and the whole Peter situation over dinner and wine. He tells me about his senior year in college and ex girlfriends and relationships similar to me and Peter's. We just talk and I love that, he is so easy to talk to. We go on each others Facebook pages to look at old pictures.We crack jokes, he teases me about my alleged addiction to sugar from all the baking I do and really get to know each other. When I finish my dinner I take a sip of wine, and I feel goosebumps and I get really cold. I really should've brought a jacket. Adam and I are talking about our families. Adam talks about his younger and older sisters. How they would spend every Saturday together, up to no good; sneaking out to go to the carnival and go the next door neighbors house to play with his PlayStation. Which reminds me of Josh. He finishes his sentence about a memory, then asks me if I'm cold. He must've eyed my shivers. "No. I'm okay. Why'd you think I was cold?" I ask him. He gestures to my shirt,"just a guess." I look down at my shirt and notice my nipples piercing through the shirt, hard as rocks. Embarrassment and Disbelief cloud my face. I cross my arms over my shirt. "Oh God." I whisper. "Anyways, I should get going." I say while standing up. Adam gets up to go walk me to the door. Before he opens it he leans his head on the wall and looks at me. " I really had fun tonight. I hope we can do it again sometime. If you want to." I blush at the thought of spending another night with him;just us. "Yeah, I would like that a lot." I say while biting my life. He is towering over me and he looks and smells so good and I want to kiss him so bad, but it would be wrong. With Peter still fresh in my mind. I move my hands from under my arm pits and expose my nipples, intentionally this time. I give him this lustful look, while putting my hands behind my back and swaying softly. "I also like you a lot." I reach for his pants buckles, and he closes his eyes right, and let's out a breath. I really am a badass I think to myself. He swallows hard and takes a step closer to me tightening my breath and he looks at me with purity. "I like you a lot too, but you've had a lot to drink and I don't want to do anything you might regret in the morning. Okay? I'll call you a cab." He says to me.
I get to my room and lay flat on my bed. I had fun tonight, I could've made a friend tonight, but instead I ruined it;made a fool of myself. And on top of that I'm horny. I hold my head in disappointment, take some pain killers for the headache that's about to form and knock out. Boy am I going to regret this tomorrow.