This Is Us

Chapter 11

A/N:DISCLAIMERR!

Chapter Eleven

Peter and I were supposed to stay and hang out at home but Trina had promised Kitty to go dress shopping for today. So Trina kicked us out before they left not wanting for me and Peter to be left alone at the house.

I have a tiny feeling she knows why I was acting like a lovesick fool this morning, I don't tell Peter this because it's embarrassing.

So we drove around town for a while and before i knew it, we were parked at a secluded yet romantic place that I've never been before. I don't ask how Peter found this place, I don't plan to. He had two girlfriends before me, i'm sure he has secret spots.

Peter and I are at the back of his car. I am on his lap, his shirt had been discarded a while back in the midst of our heavy make out session. My sweater had just come off and his hands are all over my back just over my bra clasp.

He broke our kiss and he was only an inch away. He had a playful grin on his face, "Didn't realize you had this in you, Covey."

I had my hands on his neck, I lifted his chin to have his lips touch my chin. "Kiss me and stop talking," I ordered. I don't like that he's teasing me. I'd rather we keep kissing or maybe more...

"Yes Mam," he said and he crushes his lips to mine and kisses me hungrily.

I kiss him back with the same intensity. My hands had a life of it's own. I was caressing his shoulder, the muscles on his arms, his firm chest from his obvious work outs, then to my favorite part the line side of his stomach where his abs start.

A groan forms on his chest and his lips are my neck, eager and wanting.

I moaned, my cheeks are touching his hair. I can feel my stomach tightening like what I felt last night, I feel... i feel... i need some sort of release .

Then he abruptly stops as if he remembered something. "Lara Jean," he says my name but there is no passion to it. It's like he wants to tell me something.

I ignore him. He just needs encouragement. So I'm the one kissing at his neck, by his ear. I know that spot drives him crazy everytime. He breathes heavily. I mentally smile, I win this time.

Then he growls this time, animalistic sound. Not because he's turned on but He's at a war with himself. His hands are on my shoulder and pulls me away from him. "Lara Jean," his voice is firm., he needed us to stop but he doesn't want to. His eyes and body say totally different to what his actions and words are.

I grin, and was about to lean to him but he keeps me at my place. Hands tightly at my shoulder. I look at him questioningly.

"I need to tell you something," he says.

I frown, he's so serious. "I'm losing wood over here!" I say deadpanned. Then he looks at me guilty, "Okay, talk."

He brushes the hair off my face and says, "Don't freak out okay?"

And not even know what he wants to say, I'm freaking out. "You don't say that and think that I wont!" I get off of him and scoots as far away from him as possible, my back is against the door.

He pretends to be sad that I moved away from him, he pats the cushion and so I'd sit close to him.

I shake my head, not until I know what's going on, "Tell me," I demanded.

He nods and scratched the back of his head, "So, my mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight."

I felt my jaw drop and my stomach fell to my butt. I am well aware that I am shirtless and I go cold. I find my sweater next to me, I put it on quickly. Whatever mood i was in that I wanted to do with Peter has gone out the window.