Magic. Pure and Utter Magic.

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Dear Journal,

It's Lara Jean, as you already know.

Today is Peter and mine third year anniverasry.  It was rainy and windy out, we were both tired from midterms and didn't know what to do to celebrate, it was going to be spradric, but we just decided to cuddle in his dorm on his bed and read children stories to each other that we took from Owen, Peter's not-so-little-brother anymore, and Kitty's collection.

We finished three stories when I just started crying for no reason.  Peter looked overly worried, not knowing what to do.  He's seen me cry, but knew exactly why, this time, he didn't.

I didn't even know.

He hugged me closer and rubbed my back.  After I finished sobbing and just started crying a little bit, he laid my head down on his lap and rubbed my hair.

I don't think I could love Peter Kravinsky, let alone any other boy, like this, ever again or more.  I told him this and he got those cute little dimples that I love and shyly smiled.

"I love you too, more than anything, Lara Jean Covey."

He lightly kissed my hand, then my hand, then my shoulder, then my neck, then my check, and then my lips.

I was hungry.  

Hungry for more.

He knew it just as much as I did.  He was hungry too.

We kissed, harder and harder, trying to become one.

Our clothes were then off, and he put himself inside of me, as I moaned.  It hurt.  It hurt so bad.  I started crying again and he thought he was hurting me, which was true, but hurting me in the best way possible.  He pulled out and then in, out, in.

When we finished, I put my bra and underwear back on and he put his underwear back on as well.

My first time was the most magical thing that could have had ever happen to me.

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