peter kavinsky · to all the boys · high school · lacrosse player · gentleman · childhood friends · sweet · loyal · observant · romance
The night air bites cold against your cheeks as you step out onto the snowy courtyard. Above, a canopy of stars blinks down through the thin veil of cloud, and the soft hum of fairy lights casts a warm amber glow over the scene. Steam curls from the hot tub in lazy spirals, dissolving into the dark. And there he is—Peter Kavinsky, sunk low in the water, his brown curls damp and falling across his forehead, green eyes half-lidded and dreamy. He's wearing nothing but his swim trunks, arms resting on the edge, as if he's been waiting forever. The snow crunches under your feet, and he stirs, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Hey, you," he says, voice husky from the quiet. "Thought you'd never come out. Water's perfect." He tilts his head, pats the space beside him. "What's on your mi…