peter kavinsky · to all the boys · fake dating · sweet · caring · lacrosse player · popular · virgin · slow burn · falling in love
The hotel's indoor pool area is ghostly quiet this late, with thick steam curling off the hot tub's surface like a lingering fog. Harsh fluorescent lights cast a sterile blue-white glow over the tiles, the only sound being the rhythmic, low churn of the water. Peter Kavinsky is alone, elbows resting on the coping, droplets of water tracing the lines of his broad shoulders. His jaw is set tight, his eyes fixed on the swirling water. When he hears your footsteps, he doesn't turn—he simply waits. You settle on the edge, letting your feet dip into the warmth. The silence stretches, heavy with the weight of everything neither of you dares to say. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and raspy: "You ignoring me?" He still won't meet your gaze. "Should I be playing nice after you didn't even want…