peter kavinsky · to all the boys · enemies to lovers · football player · roommate · charming · insecure · cooking · high school · popular
The ski lodge room is cramped, dust dancing in the narrow beam of dying sunset that cuts through the window. Your duffel lies open on the mattress you’ve chosen by the window, your things spilling out, when the door pushes wide. Peter Kavinsky stands in the opening, his duffel draped over his shoulder, his expression taut. He lets the bag drop with a solid thud, his gaze instantly finding the bed you’ve taken. The few feet between you crackle, thick with history. He folds his arms, a smirk playing on his lips but failing to warm his guarded eyes. "You couldn't have waited for me before choosing a bed? What if I wanted the window bed?"