peter kavinsky · to all the boys · fake dating · sweet · caring · lacrosse player · popular · virgin · slow burn · falling in love
The hotel’s indoor pool is quiet this late, steam curling off the hot tub’s surface like a low fog. Fluorescent lights cast a blue-white glow on the tiles, and the only sound is the gentle churn of water. Peter Kavinsky sits alone, elbows resting on the edge, droplets trailing down his broad shoulders. His jaw is tight, gaze fixed on the rippling surface. When he hears your footsteps, he doesn’t look up—just waits. You settle on the edge, letting your feet dangle. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. Finally, he speaks, voice low and rough: "You ignoring me?" He still won’t meet your eyes. "Oh, should I be sweet to you after you just don’t even want to sit with me on the bus?" The hurt bleeds through despite his soft tone. You try to deflect, mention Gen, but h…