#peter k

Yes, you heard it right, fake-boyfriend. Peter Kavinsky was your fake-boyfriend. It started when rumors were spreading about you. Peter and Genevieve were just broken up and somehow Genevieve told everyone that you were head over heels in love with Peter Kavinsky, which was a total lie. Peter Kavinsky was the guy you would never date. He wasn’t really your type. Of course, he was good looking but you didn’t care about that. It was the way he treated everyone who wasn’t in his group of friends. 

A week later, Peter waited for you outside of school, leaning against your car with his hands in his front pockets. 

“What do you want, Kavinsky?” you asked, walking around the car to open the driver’s door. 

“What is it with you, Y/L/N?” he questioned. 

“Hey, I asked first! You can’t answer my question with another question!”

He rolled his eyes at you and opened the passenger’s door, hoping in. 

“And why are you getting in my car?”

“Okay, look,” he began and motioned for you to sit down and close the door. “Either way, you are really totally in love with me, or you really don’t like me. I can’t read you and the way you talk to me or look at me is starting to piss me off. I don’t know if the comments are flirty or filled with hatred.”

“Oh god, Peter, you are so full of yourself. I don’t hate you okay? But I don’t like as well. I don’t get why Gen would say something like this around school? It’s so obvious that I don’t like you and she still does!”

“And that’s why I’m here,” he interrupted you. 

“What do you mean?”

“People think that you like me, right? And Gen is somehow still in love with me but she won’t admit it. And so I thought that we two could pretend that we are dating,” he smiled awkwardly. 

“We?” you asked confused and pointed with your index fingers alternating between you two. “Dating? No one’s going to believe that.”

“Why not?” he asked with his eyes wide opened. “Everyone thinks that you already love me, so it won’t be that surprising to see us holding hands around school.”

“Yeah, but no one’s going to believe that you would like someone like me!” you argued. “I mean, look at us. We’re too different!”

“Who cares if we’re too different? Isn’t that what Mr. Feller tried to tell us all the time? Opposites attract! Let’s just go for it, please” he begged, grabbing your hands. 

“What’s in for me? I mean, Gen’s probably going to be jealous and it will drive her nuts so maybe you two will get back together, but what’s in for me?” you asked him. “Just in case I’ll accept.”

“I’ll help you with whomever you like.”

“I don’t like anyone.”

“Come on, Y/N. There has to be at least someone!” Peter groaned and let go of your hands that he was still holding tight. 

You pressed your lips together to a thin line and shook your head at the brunette. “Nope, but uhm… can you tell me why everyone’s watching us in the car?”

“Huh?” Peter turned around and realized that all of his friends were waiting outside for him, staring at the two of you together in your car. Even Genevieve was right next to the group of boys with her arms crossed. 

Peter turned back around, his gaze now full on you. It happened so fast. His hands found your cheeks and he pressed his lips firmly on yours. His lips were chapped and dry but somehow his lips felt nice on yours. It took you a second to realize what was going on and you grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled away as you heard the gasps and echoes of the other people outside of your car. Peter opened his eyes and tried to find an answer in yours but you had put on your perfect poker face. “What was that for?”

“Now you have to say yes,” Peter grinned. You rolled your eyes at him and realized that he was right. This was the perfect move. Now you couldn’t say no to him. People would be asking questions why the two of you were sitting in your car kissing. 

“But we have to set some rules.”

He was allowed to kiss you in school, but only pecks to say goodbye or hello, unless someone was talking about the two of you or Genevieve was right next to you. Then he had the right to give you an open-mouthed-kiss. 

You tried to convince him that no one in your family would ever find out, but of course, he denied, saying that it’d be more realistic if he was caught sneaking out of your house at night. 

He set the rules that you had to go on his lacrosse games and the parties after that. 

Also, you told him that you had to be honest with each other and tell each other everything. It would’ve made no sense at all if he kept secrets from you. 

You’ve been fake dating for about 3 months now and there was no end in sight. Genevieve was jealous, that’s for sure but she was still dating that junior kid from UVA.

So as the year was coming to an end, Peter tried to convince you, to join him and go to the ski trip together, but you’ve never been skiing before so your answer was a clear “No.”

But Peter begged you every day. He wrote you tons of text messages and small notes that he left in your locker, telling you that you really have to come. So that’s why you were at the library, writing down all the cons and pros of going to the ski trip.

There was one big con written in capitals letter at the top “Genevieve”. There was another reason why you didn’t want to go to the ski trip. You were slowly falling for him. You would’ve never expected it, but it was only a matter of time for you to fall in love with him, thanks to the way he treated you. 

As if Peter knew exactly that you were weighting your options, he came through the doors of the library, searching the place until his eyes landed on you. His smile grew. You tried to hide the pro an con list before he could see it, but unfortunately, he had seen a bit of it. “There’s my favorite girl.”

“Peter stop it.”

“Why? He asked, sitting down in front of you. 

“Because I’m definitely not your favorite girl. We know that the place it your heart belongs to someone else,” you replied and continued to work on your papers.

Peter rolled his eyes and ignored what you just said. “What is that?” he asked, pointing to the stack of papers in front of you. You followed his finger and realized that he was talking about the pro and con list. 

Damn it, Y/N. Can’t hide it now.

“Um, it’s nothing,” you lied and crunched it together, putting it in your bag.

“That’s a lie. You know that I can read, right? What is that list for?”

You sighed, knowing that you had no chance against him. He’d be asking questions until you answered. “For the ski trip.”

“Come on, Y/N. I told you multiple times that you have to come!” he exclaimed. 

“I know! And I told you a hundred times that I don’t want to go!”

“Why not? And don’t say I just don’t want to go,” he said, mimicking you the way you always say it. 

Putting your head in your hands, you pouted your lips and stared at Peter for quite a while until he gave you a questioning look. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” he cried out. 

“Okay, um… it’s just that the ski trip is supposed to be fun, right?” you began. Peter nodded. “And I just think that you won’t be having lots of fun with me sticking by your side all the time and I mean it’s supposed to be our free time and I don’t want to spend my free time lying, pretending to be someone I am not.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard pretending to be someone’s girlfriend when it’s all fake, okay? I don’t want to pretend while everyone else is having the time of their lives”, you admitted. “And I am sick of lying outside of school halls. I just want to spend my free time doing what I love.”

“So you mean, you are sick of me?”

“What?”

“You just said that you are sick of lying. So every time I spent the evenings at your place, or the times you come over to me, it feels like I am forcing you to spend time with me?” he questioned. 

You could see it clearly; the look on his face gave it all away. You could read him like a book by now. He was hurt. Your words had hurt him. 

“Yes! I mean no. I like it when we are spending time together… alone. I can be myself and you can be yourself. We don’t have to pretend when we are alone, but once other people are around, it’s like I am not myself anymore”, you explained. Peter pressed his lips together and took your hand, caressing your palm with his thumb. 

“Okay, okay. I get it. But maybe, when we are having lot of fun together, we don’t have to be with everyone else all the time, maybe then you would enjoy it. Huh? Come on, I’ll show you how to have fun with me while you can be yourself around me. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible with me,” he smiled.

God, he has to stop doing this, you thought. This was exactly why you were falling for him slowly. Even when you tried to push him away, he would always find a way to pull you closer. 

“Okay, you got me,” you gave in. 

Peter’s smile grew bigger and he placed a kiss on your hand before he let go of it. “Can I read your list now?”

“Never!”

________

Days flew by and  the ski trip was coming closer. Peter told you everything you had to know for the ski trip. Who was hanging out together all the time, some flings that only happened during the ski trip and most importantly how to ski. You’ve never been skiing before, so Peter tried to convince you to ski with him down the Black Diamond. You had told him from the beginning that you’d decide spontaneously if you wanted to ski or not.

Your mom dropped you off at school where the bus was waiting for the kids. You scanned the bus and saw Peter sitting at the window waving at you. He pointed to the back of your mother’s car and mouthed “Need help?” 

You shook your head and turned back around, saying goodbye to your mom who stopped you right before you could close the passenger door. “Have fun, sweety. And remember what I told you about the thing with Peter!”

“Mom!” you warned her and gave her a warning look. “Don’t say it again! I won’t be having sex with him on the trip!” You shut the door and grabbed your suitcase from the trunk, making your way to the bus. One of teachers took your suitcase, saying that he’d take care of it while the other teacher next to him scribbled on a piece of paper, probably the attendance list. 

You climbed up the stairs and smiled once you saw Peter again. He told you the night before that he’d pack lunch for the two of you, so you wouldn’t have to pack something for yourself. Once Peter saw you standing there, he slid from the window seat, stood up and greeted you with a kiss on your cheek. “I know that you like sitting at the window.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled and handed him your backpack which he stowed in the rack above you. 

“I can’t wait to see your face once you see the view. It’s breathtaking!” he exclaimed and grabbed your hand. 

“Peter, you don’t have to hold my hand,” you said but Peter just smiled at you waited until everyone was ready. 

“So how exactly to I put on the skis?” you asked him again and he groaned. He had told you a dozen times and you only did it to annoy him, but he told you anyways because you were giving him the best puppy eyes. 

Once you were on the highway, your conversation was dying down and Peter took his phone plugging his headphones in. 

Oh, he’s already tired of me. This should be fun.

“Here,” he mumbled and gave you one of the ear buds. “I made us a mixtape especially for the drive.”

“You really did?”

He nodded and pressed his lips together, opening Spotify before he pressed shuffle on the playlist with your initials as the title. You smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder, nestling against him. 

After a few songs, your eyes grew heavier and you knew that you were about to fall asleep. “You tired?” 

You nodded and watched as Peter put his arm around your shoulder, so you could lean your head against his chest. The song changed to a slower one and combined with his heartbeat it only took you seconds to fall asleep. 

Peter smiled as he took your sleeping form in and placed a kiss on your head. 

“Aww, you’re too cute,” Trevor laughed who was sitting right behind you. 

“Shut up!” Peter whispered so you wouldn’t wake up. “She couldn’t really sleep last night. She kept texting me that her parents were fighting.”

“Sorry.”

Peter grabbed his phone carefully and put the camera on, snapping a picture of you snuggled against his chest. Immediately, he saved it as his home screen, so everyone knew that you belonged to him.

_______

Thanks to a pothole, you woke up. It was still light outside, but the sun was going down slowly, meaning that you still had around an hour to get to the resort. You tried to get out of Peter’s hold, who was also sound asleep, but once you moved, he started to wake up. “Mmh, too comfy,” he mumbled and pulled you closer. 

“Peter,” you groaned. “My arm is falling asleep.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asked you, releasing you from his grip while you stretched your arms. 

“Could’ve been better,” you answered and laughed once you saw his face. “I’m kidding!” you snickered. 

“You better be!”

“Okay guys, seems like we are arriving pretty soon. Ms. Nolan over here will hand out your room cards in the foyer after we checked in. Please wait until she is ready and do not make too much noise! Remember, we are not the only ones there!” one of the supervisors said through the speakers of the bus. 

“We are sharing a room, that’s for sure!” Peter exclaimed. 

“Why? I was going to share with Steph, and are we even allowed to?” you whispered. 

“No, but no one has to know. You can’t let your fake-boyfriend room with someone else. And besides, someone told me that Steph might have a slight crush on Trevor and guess who was going to share a room with me? Right Trevor. So no one will find out that we switched,” he told you. 

Shaking your head at the brown haired boy, you mumbled, “You sneaky little bastard!”

“Come on, I know that you wanted to share a room with me,” he bantered. 

“Oh you wish!”

It took around twenty minutes to arrive at the resort and Peter was right, it was breathtaking! While you waited for your suitcase, you could not stop staring at the mountains covered in snow. And to be honest, you couldn’t wait to race down the hills with Peter, although you had told him multiple times that you didn’t want to. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Peter asked, handing you your suitcase. 

“Indeed.”

While you were too busy marveling at the view, you missed the way Peter admired you. He was glad that no one could read his thoughts, because in that particular moment, he wished that it was him that you were looking at like that. 

“What?” you asked him, taking him by surprise. You had caught him staring at you but you weren’t sure why. Maybe he was regretting that he had to share his room with you now and not with Trevor. 

“Nothing. Let’s get inside. It’s cold and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

By the time you entered the resort, Ms. Nolan was already handing out the room keys. Steph was standing right next to the stairs that lead upstairs to rooms, giving you a knowing wink. 

Peter had texted Trevor and Steph, telling them that you wanted to switch rooms because you wanted to have some alone time.

“Come on, Y/N! I already got our keys! Let’s get to our room!” Steph shouted across the foyer with a hint of sarcasm. Right next to her was Trevor, waving at the two of you, saying, “Yo, Kavinsky! 204, that’s our room.”

“Oh my god, can they be any more suspicious?” you whispered to Peter. Peter rolled his eyes and leaned down, “I’ll meet you in our room. You heard Trevor. 204. See you in a bit.”

You smiled at him and got on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek before you joined Steph to her room. You dropped your backpack right next to the door and sat down on the empty bed.

“Something seems off about you. What’s up?” Steph asked as she emptied her suitcase on her bed. 

“It’s nothing,” you lied and laid back, your feet were still tangling down. “Absolutely nothing.”

“It’s because Peter dragged you here right? I know you didn’t really want to come here.”

“No, not really. I am happy now that I am here,” you mumbled into your sweater. 

“What is it then? He’s not rushing you to anything is he? I mean you seemed so happy on the bus, you are happy, right?” she kept asking, now sitting down on her bed, knowing that this conversation was going to be more serious. 

“Yeah, yeah. I am happy,” you replied, rolling onto your stomach to look at Steph. 

“And why am I getting the feeling that you are lying to me? You know that you can tell me anything, Y/N! We’ve been friends since kindergarten. Is it about Peter? You know that you can still sleep here with me if you don’t want to sleep with him. I know that-“

“It’s all fake,” you blurted out, your hand rushing to cover your mouth. 

“What?!”

You sighed, scratching your head while you buried your face in the sheets. “It’s fake, our relationship.”

“I can’t really understand you ‘cause you’re mumbling into the sheets but I hope that I didn’t catch it right,” Steph said. 

You sighed again before you raised your head and pouted your lips, a habit of yours that you did whenever you didn’t know what to say. “You did catch it right.”

“And what do you mean with it’s all fake? It can’t be fake! You kiss all the time and hang out together! It’s been what?! Three or four months since you’ve been dating! This is a joke right? You’re trying to play a joke on me, right? Right?”

“No, Steph. I’m so sorry, but it’s true… Oh god, I just broke one of our rules,” you groaned rolling back onto your back, covering your eyes this time so you wouldn’t have to look at your friend anymore. 

“What do you mean, rules?!”

“We’ve got rules okay!” you exclaimed and stood up. “We promised not to tell anyone that this is all fake until he and Gen get back together! This is all made up for them to get back together! He wants to make her jealous, okay! But somehow he makes me jealous because I know that this is all pretend and I won’t ever have this for real with him!”

“You like him?” she asked you with her brows raised. 

You didn’t answer her, instead you kept on walking around the room. 

“Oh my god, you’re already falling for him, aren’t you?!”

You spun around, ready to tell her that she can’t tell anyone until a knock on the door was interrupting you. 

Thank god, you thought. 

“This conversation is not over, Y/N!” Steph told you as she opened the door. 

“It’s clear,” Trevor said, entering the room. “Have fun with Kavinsky!”

It’s been two hours since you arrived at the resort. Night has fallen and almost everyone had gathered at the fireplace downstairs. Peter was waiting for you at your door while you tied your shoes. You had tried to convince him to go alone but he kept on resisting that you had to go with him, saying that it would drive Genevieve nuts.

So here you were, sitting next to Peter on one of those cozy couches right next to the fireplace with Trevor and Steph in front of you. Peter pulled you closer until you were leaning against him with his arm around your shoulders. Steph gave you a look that you knew too well. She was scared that you were going to end up hurt, and to be honest, you were scared as well. 

You saw Genevieve entering the room and of course, she had to sit where she could observe the two of you during the night. Peter could feel you stiffen up, so he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You nodded and smiled before you placed a kiss on his cheek, turning back to Trevor as he asked, “So who’s ready for the big day tomorrow?”

“We are! Y/N over here can’t wait for me to teach her how to ski, right?” Peter said right away, loud enough for Gen to hear. She just rolled her eyes but kept watching the scenario. 

“Oh, I bet that I’ll be a fast learner. By the end of the day, you will only see my bum as I am faster than you!”

“I can smell a bet over there!” Trevor laughed. “I’ll bet twenty bucks on Kavinsky! I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Nah, wait and see. I’ll bet on her!” Steph said, giving you a wink. 

Before you could say anything more, Gabe came running to you guys and jumped right next to you on the couch, leaving no more room for you in case you wanted to sit normally and not in Peter’s arms. “Gabe, have you heard anything of personal space?” you asked him. 

“I’m sorry, but I heard that you two are sharing a room, so why don’t you go up there if you want to get all handsy!” he joked and earned a high five from Trevor.

Sighting, you caught Genevieve still looking over to you, but she tried to look away as soon as she saw you looking at her. You knew exactly that she was jealous as hell. This had been her first time on the ski trip without Peter as her boyfriend. She had always made sure that everyone knew about her fun-time with Peter on the ski trip. 

Time passed and you were slowly getting tired. Peter had the time of his life with his friends surrounding him, so you decided to head upstairs on your own. 

“Are you sure, that you don’t want me to come with you?” he asked you but you shook your head. “Stay. Spend some time with your friends. You got me all to yourself tomorrow.”

“OOOOOH, did you hear that!” Gabe shouted and made sure that everyone heard it. You just rolled your eyes at him and leaned down to Peter who was still sitting on the couch. “Good night,” you whispered, pecking his lips but Peter pulled you down again and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you more intense. 

_____

A soft melody woke you up in the morning. You glanced at the clock that was hanging right above the TV across your bed. It was only 8am. Peter didn’t seem to hear the alarm that he had set the night prior, so you hopped out of your bed and trotted over to his bed, pausing the alarm on his phone and nudged him carefully. “Peter, wake up.”

Peter just groaned and turned around so his bare back was facing you. You rolled your eyes and sat down on the bedside, shaking him a bit more. “You know, it’s not fair that I had to turn off the alarm that you had set and now you don’t want to wake up.”

“Let me sleep,” he mumbled into his pillow. 

His bare back with the moles on it caught your attention and you knew exactly how to wake him up. You attacked his side and tickled him, hoping that it would help. Peter shrieked and turned around quickly, grabbing your hands. “Fuck, Y/N! Your hands are cold!”

You just shrugged and pulled your hands away, tickling him some more. Peter giggled like a girl and tried to hide under the sheets. “How come your hands are so cold!” he asked in between laughs and grabbed your hands once more. 

“I don’t know,” you answered and stared at his hands. He was trying to warm your hands, rubbing them with his own. Your glance wandered from your hands to his face, his eyes that were fixed on your hands until he realized that you were staring at him. 

“Better?” he asked, looking at you. 

“Better,” you smiled. “Come on, let’s get ready for breakfast.”

After Peter took a long, a very long shower, the both of you got ready to head downstairs where most of the teenagers were already stuffing food inside their mouths. Peter grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, dragging you across the room to Trevor and Gabe. Sitting down, Peter asked you if you wanted something to drink. And while you waited for him to come back with your coffee, Gabe gave you a look. 

“What?” you asked him annoyed. 

“Had fun with Kavinsky last night?” he asked, raising his brows. 

“Did you have any fun at all last night?” 

“Oooh, someone is trying to hide something,” Gabe groaned. “Or are you too shy to tell me your deepest desires?”

“Shut up, Gabe,” Peter said as he put your drinks down. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get something to eat.”

After you had something to eat and ignored Gabe’s question, you were finally back in your room, getting ready for the day. You had packed the ski wear from your mom, since you didn’t have any. But looking in the mirror, you thought you were looking ridiculous. You looked like you were coming straight out of a 90’s movie. 

“It suits you,” Peter caught you off guard. 

“Really? Doesn’t it have any 90’s vibe at all? I mean who wears trousers with a zebra pattern on it?”

“Just wait and see what others wear. And by the way, there are so many girls wearing leo-pattern-jackets. You don’t have to worry at all,” he assured. 

“Yeah, but I’m worried about skiing. You know this is my first time, right?”

“I know, but you don’t have to worry at all. I’ll be by your side the whole time. And we don’t have to drive down the Black Diamond if you don’t want to,” he acknowledged. “But less worry, let’s get you on our skis.”

In no time, Peter had helped you putting on your skis and now you were on your way up the mountains, sitting in one of those lifts. You were tapping nervously on the rod in front of you, that prevented you from falling down, and bit your lip on your way up. Peter noticed the way you were acting and rolled his eyes, “What is going on in that little head of yours?”

“First, my brain isn’t little. Second, I’ll just make a fool of myself. I bet no one looks as stupid as I do when I ski.”

“Y/L/N, stop worrying so much. I bet you look better on your skis than most people and I think you look handsome in your ski wear,” he confessed, hopping off the lift as you reached the top. 

“You do?” you asked, almost falling down since you were too shocked. 

“Yes, and now concentrate before you really look like a fool,” he joked. 

You gave him a warning look and followed him to the trail. “Okay, any tips?”

“Rule number 1: bend your knees!  Bending your knees does a number of things. It forces you to shove your shins into the front of the boot, gaining control of your ski. I know it can be hard being in that position all day. Rule number 2: Never come to a standstill in the middle of the slope. You will get your knees knocked from beneath you by another beginner who has no idea how to navigate around you! Rule number 3: Keep your phone in your pocket! I know it looks breathtaking here but for god’s sake, Y/N, please keep it in your pocket. You do not have the skills to take selfies while on the move. Hell, it might be the last photograph ever taken of you and it won’t be a pretty one.”

“Peter!” you warned him and beat him with your stick. “You know I wouldn’t do that!”

“Are you sure? You love to take photos of everything! In case you haven’t noticed it, I did! Every time we hang out, get something to eat or go to the cinema, you’d take pictures of fucking everything,” he laughed. 

He noticed that?

“Okay, okay, whatever. So bend my knees, don’t stop and don’t use my phone. Anything else?”

“Well, my dad used to say ‘Don’t learn to ski if you have an overwhelming fear of making an idiot of yourself because chances are that you will.’ But don’t listen to that. Most of the things my Dad said were lies so yeah,” he muttered the last part. 

You knew that his father left them two summers ago, everyone knew because Genevieve made sure that everyone was nice to him.

“I don’t care what he said, I listen to your advice. So, Kavinsky, show me how to ski!”

_____

“Oh god, I can’t feel my legs anymore,” you groaned as you trotted back to the resort. Peter was right behind you, searching through his pockets until he found your room key. “Thank god, we are leaving tomorrow after lunch. I don’t know if I can walk for one more minute.”

As you reached your room you heard Peter laughing behind you. You turned around, seeing that he was still smiling at you. “What?”

“You just look like someone ran you over.”

“Guess what, it feels like someone ran me over. I think the last fall was too much for me. Didn’t you see me sliding down the trail on my bum?” you asked him while he opened the door. 

“Oh, I did. And luckily, I was quick enough to get my phone and record you.”

“You didn’t!” you exclaimed, closing the door behind you with your eyes wide opened. A small giggle left his lips, the giggle that you would love to hear all the time. “Show me!”

The smile on his lips wouldn’t fade away as he pulled his phone out and showed you the video. He laughed as you reached the end of the trail on your stomach, trying to stand up but you ended on your bum again. “Delete it, now!”

“No. I’ll keep it forever! It reminds me of that wonderful day with you,” he replied.

“Peter! This is my last warning! Delete it before I will attack you!” you warned him, opening your jacket, showing him that you were ready to jump on him any second. 

“You wouldn’t. I know you too well. All you do is talk but you never take any action and-“

Peter didn’t need to say anything else. You dropped your jacket and jumped on him. He didn’t expect you to really do it, so he fell back right on his bum. Luckily, his head didn’t slam on the floor, but as his arm fell to the side and he let go of his phone. Both of you glanced at the phone for a few seconds before you reached for it. Peter tried the same, but you were quicker, so he tackled you. Turning you around, he pinned you with your hands above your head under him. One hand held yours together while the other reached for his phone.

“Peter no!” you yelled and tried to get free. You wriggled under him, trying to turn you over, but Peter was stronger than you. As he got his phone back, he let go of your hand and you pushed him back. He dropped his phone before he fell over and grabbed the hem of your sweater, pulling you with him. You landed flat on his chest. Both of you were staring at each other, trying to catch your breath.

You could feel his breath on your face, so close was his face. His glace switched from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes. His face was coming closer and closer and before his lips could touch yours, you jumped away, scrabbling off his lap. “I gotta take a shower,” you whispered, slowly getting up. “Okay,” he whispered back with his head low. “I’ll change and get to dinner. See you there?”

“Okay.”

Oh god, was he really about to kiss me? Me?!

Your thoughts were driving you crazy while you took a hot shower. You were just standing under the steaming hot water, letting it run over your face instead of washing your body. If he was really about to kiss you, did it mean that he had feelings for you? Maybe your feelings were mutual. But there was only one way to find out, you had to tell him how you were feeling. Anyhow your fake-relationship would finally end, either he’d leave you because he doesn’t feel the same way or you’d end up together, but this time for real. 

You don’t know how, but somehow it took you less than five minutes to wash your hair and body before you were standing in front of the dresser with the towel around your body. You practically threw your clothes on and marched out of the room, ready to tell Peter how you felt. You were so confident in yourself, like you’ve never been before. 

Just as you were about to enter the dining room, you stopped. Right in front of you were Peter and Genevieve, hugging tightly, her fingers were playing with the hair right above his neck. 

You held your breath as you watched them for seconds. Genevieve finally opened her eyes and met yours; a mischievous smile crept up her lips. His back was facing you and you had no clue if Peter realized that you were right behind them. Genevieve pressed her lips on his cheeks before she whispered in his ear, “Thank you for spending last night with me, P.” It was loud enough for you to hear and you knew exactly that you were meant to hear it. 

Peter didn’t answer her and pulled away before he finally realized that Gen wasn’t looking at him but to someone else. He turned around and saw you standing there with your shocked expression.

“So this is where you spent the last night, huh? That’s why you wouldn’t want to wake up today,” you said straight to his face, ignoring the way Gen grinned. 

“Y/N! I… What are… This is not-“

“Save it, Peter,” you said cold and turned around, running back to your room.

You opened the door room and slammed it behind you, marching to the bathroom, ready to lock yourself in, but a hand stopped you from closing the door completely. 

“Peter, go away!” you roared and put your whole body weight against the door. 

“Y/N, please.”

“No!” you yelled and closed the door finally, locking it before he could open it again. 

“Y/N!” he shouted through the door and knocked on it. 

“Peter, go away!”

“No, I want to talk about it and I don’t want to shout through the whole room because you decided to lock yourself in!” he shouted, still pounding at the door. 

“There’s nothing to talk about! Why don’t you go back to Gen and leave me alone!?” you whimpered as some tears were slowly streaming down your face. 

Your subconscious was right. Never in a million years would Peter feel anything for you. This was all fake from the beginning, why change something about it?

“Y/N, please I can explain! I wanted to go to bed and Gen-“

“Peter, save it! I don’t want to hear it!” you shouted with more tears streaming down your face. “See! This is why I didn’t want to come to this stupid ski trip!”

“What? What do you mean? Y/N, please open the door!” 

You didn’t answer, instead you slid down the door and hit your head against it. 

“I don’t get it. I thought you didn’t want to come because you didn’t want to ruin it for me?!”

“Yeah guess what! That was a lie!” you replied and wiped the tears away. 

You heard him groaning on the other side on the door before a knock was heard on the door. Peter was leaning against it now, just like you with his head against the door. “Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Y/N. I can’t read your mind! You’re driving me insane!”

“I’m driving you insane?! You’re the one giving me mixed signals all the time! And what about that almost-kiss?”

“Almost-kiss? Y/N, we kissed before!” he groaned, putting his face in his Hands

“I know! But only because we had to! But why imply to kiss me here, where no one could see us?” you said, slowly losing the temper.

“Why would I imply to kiss you? Damn it, Y/N! Maybe because I wanted to?” he answered. 

“And because I didn’t kiss you, you go running back to Gen? This is exactly why I didn’t want to come!”

“Why?! Why Y/N?! Just tell me?!” Peter began to shout again. 

“Because I thought that’s when you and Gen get back together, okay? People fuck on that trip! And I didn’t want to be in the same building when you two have sex together! And you want to know why?! Because I am fucking falling for you, Peter!” you finally told him the real reason why you didn’t want to go to the ski trip. 

It was quiet on the other side of the door, too quiet. “Peter?”

“You’re falling for me?” he asked quietly, “You are really falling in love with me?”

“I was! That was until I saw you with Gen just now! I was right. I was so right. While I was sleeping, hell I was probably still awake while you and Gen were doing it in her room!” you bawled at him as you were getting on your knees, facing the door to pound on them like you were pounding on his chest. 

“I didn’t… we just… Y/N? Why didn’t you tell me before?!”

“Then what? It feels like you keep your options open! I didn’t kiss you, so you go running to Gen… you know what?! This, whatever this is, is over. I don’t want to do this anymore, Peter! Leave me alone!” you told him. 

Peter didn’t know what to say, he just ruined everything that he was slowly building up, just because he went to Gen’s last night. It was slowly eating him up inside. He didn’t realize what a mistake he had made until now. “Y/N, please.”

“Peter, go!” you shouted through the door and hit it one last time before you fell back on the cold ground, rolled together. 

It has been minutes since you were huddled on the floor, crying like your heart just got broken into a million pieces, until a familiar voice brought you back. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“Steph?” you whispered and got up slowly, unlocking the door for her to enter the bathroom. “Is he gone?”

“Yes, he is,” she replied and entered the bathroom. “Oh god, look at you. You look like a mess.”

“I feel like it,” you mumbled and hugged her once she sat down next to you. “He’s such a prick!”

Steph let you cry on her chest. She stroked your back and made sure that you were feeling safe in her arms. “He came over to us once you told him to go away,” she said after a while. 

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you care. You wouldn’t be crying if you don’t. Why did you agree in the first time? I mean, why agree to fake date him?” she asked you. 

“I don’t know. I never really thought that I’d be falling in love with him. I thought that we were just pretending while we were in school, but somehow we spent more time together than we should, I think. I never wanted to fall in love with him, okay? You know that I told you multiple time that he’s a dick.”

“But why didn’t you listen to him?” she questioned, pulling you away so she could look you in the eyes. 

“Are you on his side now or what?”

“You know that I’ll always be on your side no matter what, but I can assure you, that they didn’t have sex last night.”

“How would you know?” you asked her this time, curious why she would know something like that. 

“Gen has the room right next to us. Trever and I heard them shouting. It wasn’t until Trever decided to see what was going on. They came back to our room and Peter told us what was going on. He had told Genevieve that they were over for good, that he has feelings for someone else now, you. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but-“

“He just said this to you because he didn’t know that you knew the truth,” you interrupted her, wiping the last few tears away. 

“I knew it as well,” another voice said. 

Steph and you raised your heads, seeing Trevor with a robe on right in front of you. 

“You knew as well?!” you asked him shocked. So you weren’t the only one who broke a promise. 

Trever shook his head and pressed his lips together. “He told me s few days ago.”

“Where is he now?” you asked, slowly getting up on your feet. 

“He’s at the hot tub. I was trying to ease his mind, so we were hanging out in the hot tub, but he said that he needed some time alone. He should be still there,” Trevor replied with a forced smile on his lips. 

“Okay, okay. Maybe I can still fix this. Maybe, if I… I have to change, I have to change,” you mumbled to yourself and walked to your dresser. “Guys, I’m okay. I’m going to be okay. I’ll fix this, okay?”

Steph walked over to you and placed a gentle kiss on your head, “You got this.”

You smiled at her and thanked her before she and Trevor left your room. After you changed, you jumped the stairs down to the lobby and ran straight to the outdoor area where the hot tub was. 

There he was, sitting in the hot tub with his head hung low. It hurt you a bit, seeing him like this, but you weren’t the only guilty one. Yes, you told him to leave you alone, but he could’ve stayed. 

He didn’t see you approaching the hot tub, he saw you once you were standing right in front of him. You didn’t say anything as you opened the zipper of your jacket and threw it behind you. You just wanted to get in as fast as possible. Your bare feet were getting cold in your slippers. You dipped your feet in and carefully sat down on the other side of the tub, leaving enough space between you two. 

It was quiet, awkwardly quiet. You just stared at each other and didn’t say anything for minutes until Peter broke the silence. “You look like shit.”

“Well, thank you.”

Peter sighed. He knew you too well. He knew that you wanted to talk, but also knew that you would never take the first step. “Why are you here?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I overreacted, I know, but… it hurt seeing you with her so close right after we had a moment and somehow I thought that our feelings were mutual and once I saw you together, my whole world came crushing down,” you explained, your voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“She was apologizing,” he just said, ignoring that you were saying sorry. 

“For what?”

“She finally realized that I had moved on. She wanted to apologize for her behavior last night. You have to know that I just went to her room to tell her that it was over,” he replied. 

“But why was she acting like that then? If she really accepted it, she wouldn’t have said that. That’s just stupid.”

“I don’t know, Y/N, okay? It’s Gen, you have to remember that. She’s probably jealous. She might be on good terms with me but maybe not with you,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“But why?”

“Maybe because she tried to kiss me last night, and before you can get angry again, let me explain!  She wouldn’t accept it, she wouldn’t accept that I didn’t love her anymore. She was trying to kiss me, yes, but I pushed her away and I told her that I was in love with someone else now,” he confessed, looking straight at you. 

“In love with someone else? Does it mean you love… do you really?”

“Yes, Y/N,” he exclaimed, running his hands through his damp hair. “We spent so much time together. I got to know you better, the real you, the one who cares for others more than for herself, the one who enjoys even the little things in life, even if it’s just a playlist with your initials as a name,” he laughed as he saw your irritated look. “I saw it in your eyes, they glow once you see something that makes you happy.”

“You notice something like that?” you mumbled. 

“Of course, I do! Because I am in love with you and you notice those things when you are in love with them.”

You pressed your lips together and sighed. If you had known this before the ski trip, maybe then you would’ve enjoyed the trip a bit more. You could’ve snuggled against his side at the fire place and enjoy it, but you didn’t because you always thought that he was doing it to make her jealous. All the things he did for you in the bus, holding your hand, sleeping with you in his arms, he did it because he really wanted to. He wanted you to be close to him, because he wanted to. He wanted it just like you. 

“Y/N, please say something.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you stuttered but got up from your place and stood right in front of him. The water was just reaching your belly button and the warmth of the water on your shoulders was missing. Peter could see the goosebumps on your arms and he immediately reached for them, holding you an arm’s length away. “Just say something.”

“I,” you began and closed your eyes, taking one more breath before you reopened them. “I love you, too.”

“I just wanted to hear that,” he smiled and pulled you closer until your chests were touching. He placed his hands on your cheeks and closed his eyes, closing the space between you completely.

Every time he had kissed you, you felt the sparks but this time, it was different. Knowing that he was feeling the same for you, knowing that he was in love with you, turned the kiss into something else. You could enjoy it for the first time. Peter put all his emotions into the kiss. His brows were knitted and every muscle in his face was tightened. You wrapped your arms around his neck just as Peter slid his hands down your back and placed them on your bum, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. 

You deepened the kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, pulling at them until you had to break apart. Catching your breaths, you realized that his eyes were darker than before. “I would kiss your lips forever, if you let me.”

You smiled and bit your lip, still playing with his hair. You had no chance to reply. His lips attacked yours again. A squeal left your lips before you kissed him back. You could feel every inch of his mouth exploring your own, you could feel the goose-bumps on the back of his neck that your own fingers brushed against but most importantly you could feel the complete and utter love and sincerity that he brought into the kiss. 

His tongue danced over your lips, asking for permission politely, which you granted. A moan left your lips as his tongue danced over yours, dominating you in no time. His hands slid up your back, slipping under the top of your bikini where he held you tightly. “Please, kiss me forever,” you mumbled against his lips. 

Peter pulled away and smiled at you, his lips were plumb and red. “I will.” The kisses turned into a heated make-out session and none of you cared, that you were out in the open. That was until his right hand landed on your knee, leaving a soft and tingly trail to your thigh. He stopped right where your panties began and grabbed the string on the side of your panties, pulling it until the loop opened. You held your breath as you stared at him with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Peter,” you whispered and looked around you. “What if someone sees us?”

“You just have to be quiet,” he noted and put his lips on your neck. 

Your thighs were shaking from excitement until his fingers landed on the one spot you needed him the most. Your mouth formed an o as he worked on your nub, rubbing it in circles. “Oh god.”

“Pssst,” he mumbled against your neck, peppering you with kisses. 

“Faster, Peter!”

“As you wish,” he replied and placed his lips on yours, swallowing the moan that left them as he fastened up. He changed the position of his hands and rubbed your nub with his thumb now, sliding two fingers into you slowly. And if he wasn’t kissing you, you knew that at least now, someone would’ve heard your moans. You couldn’t really kiss him back, the tension in your stomach was growing and you had to concentrate on keeping it quiet. 

“Come on, Y/N. I can feel you tightening. Cum for me,” he said against your lips

“’m close,” you sighed and threw your head back, closing your eyes as you felt your toes starting to tingle. 

Your breaths quickened, your chest was moving up and down rapidly. His fingers squeezed just a bit tighter and it pushed you over the edge. Your vision went white for a split second before you were brought back to reality by his voice. “Damn it, that was so sexy.”

You were still trying to catch your breath as he placed another gentle kiss on your lips. “And I don’t want to stop here.”

“I know, don’t you think that I can’t feel your excitement?” you asked, running your hands over his bulge. He hissed, once your fingers danced over his length. “We better head upstairs. I don’t want people seeing more than they have now, in case someone saw us,” you whispered, climbing off his lap as you put another loop on your panties. 

Peter nodded and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the hot tub in seconds before he helped you putting on your jacket. He threw his robe on and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder so your barely covered ass was sticking out of your jacket. “Peter!”

He just shushed you and jogged through the lobby, ran up the stairs before he dropped you in front of your room. “Please tell me that you got the keys, or else, I’ll just take you here.”

“No need to, I got them,” you replied and grabbed the key from your jacket. You opened the door and let him in first. Closing the door behind you, you reached for Peter’s hand and pulled him against your body. He bit his lips and pushed you back against the door, putting one hand against it right next to your face. 

He was ready to kiss you some more. Licking his lips he leaned in, but right before he could kiss you, you grabbed his shoulders and spun you around. His back hit the cold door and the loop of his rope fell free. You took the chance and opened his robe fully, helping him out of it until he was standing there in his swim trunks. Peter did the same to you, he pulled the zipper down of your jacket, dangerously slow, until you were standing in front of him in your black bikini.

His swim trunks were so tight around his length; it was screaming to be freed. Your fingers ran over his boner, putting pressure on it with the palm of your hand. Peter bit on his lip, trying to keep quiet. Slowly, you pulled his trunks and let it fall once it was over his bum. With his eyes fixed on yours, Peter stepped out of them and kicked them away.

He fought against the excitement in his expression as he watched you dropping on your knees, your hand wrapping around his cock. He wet his lips, not daring to say a word as you looked up at him through your thick lashes. His chin dropped once you started pumping his already hard member a few times. His chest fell as he exhaled deeply, his head falling back against the door, hungry for you to continue. “You’re teasing.”

A loud moan escaped his lips as your tongue jetted out to swipe his length. You took his tip into your mouth as your tongue swirled against it a few times before bringing him in completely. You looked up at him again, his lips were slightly parted in pleasure and his eyes seemed to grow even darker. You moved your head up and down his length, speeding up and then slowing down. Your hand helped with the last few inches that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. 

Soft grunts fell from his lips as you quickened up. Your jaw began to ache but you continued to such his cock like a good girl. You felt his hips stutter and that’s when he pulled out. You sucked in a big gasp of air and tried to catch your breath.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum in that tight little pussy of yours,” he said, grabbing you by the strings of your bikini top and pulled you up.

One hard push on your shoulders, and you were flying back, your thighs met the sheets on his bed and you fell back. Crawling up until your head was leaning against the headboard of his bed, Peter approached you in all of his glory and you were watching him like this was the last time you were able to see him like that.

In no time, he hovered over you, grabbing your thighs and putting them around his waist. The thin fabric of your swimming trunks were the only material between your extremities and you knew exactly that you were dripping wet for him.

He pressed his lips on yours and rolled his hips into yours, earning a moan from you. His tongue slipped past your lips, roaming your mouth until he battled with yours. Your fingers were leaving light traces on his back, driving him insane. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, his teeth and tongue teasing gasps of delight from your reddened lips. Your fingers stroke through his hair and over his chest, back to his back and finally over his muscled arms, learning just how he felt.

He tugged at the knots of your top and untied them with such an ease before it joined the pile of clothing on the floor. He growled into your neck in approval at your breasts being free and used the lightest of touches, tracing the back of his fingers around the swell of your breasts and over your hard, sensitive nipples.

He pulled away from your neck and took your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion before he took your bare form in. “God, you’re so breathtaking.”

“Do you have a condom? I didn’t pack any,” you confessed, drawing patterns on his chest with your right hand. Peter just nodded and crawled off the bed, grabbing a condom that he had put in his backpack.

He joined you back in his bed and ripped it open, put it on his hard member in no time and hovered over you again. He pulled your hair back that was covering your face and gently stroke your cheek. The smile on his face gave it all away. He really loved, he was ready to show you how much he loved you and he was ready to give you all of it.

His hand slipped between your bodies down to your vagina. You were still sensitive down there and hissed once his fingers touched your clit. “You’re so wet for me.”

“All because of you, Peter.”

Cautiously, he sank into you, drawing a low moan from you. Your fingernails dug into his forearms on either side of you as you tried to anchor yourself at that moment with him.

Once he was fully inside you, he stopped, his forehead meeting yours. He closed his eyes, letting out a breath of relief that he felt at this moment. Your grip on him loosened, allowing you to ghost your fingertips over his skin. And if someone else would’ve been in that room, they could hear the sound of your hearts, trying to beat in sync.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned with a sinful roll of his hips that had you clutching whatever you could. One hand got to his back, nails digging into his skin while the other gripped the bedsheets.

His thickness felt to good, stretching you so wide. He groaned a reply and almost tormently-slowly, he pushed deeper, his thick cock stretching you more that his fingers could. He paused, allowing you catch your breath and adjust to just how perfect the other felt.

Peter groaned with pleasure and kissed you open mouthed, eager and lust filled, then he started to move. The pace started out so slow, his fingers dig into your hips, his mouth on yours then moving back to your neck with his hot breath on your sweat slicked skin.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling your hips upwards so he’s even deeper with each thrust. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging and stroking while you moaned your delight from feeling him inside you. When neither of you can take it anymore, he sped up, still achingly deep. His thrusts were crushingly hard and your cunt so tight around him that the sensation was almost too much.

Without warning, Peter grabbed your legs and hitched them over his shoulders, creating a new angle that let him hit even deeper inside you with every thrust. Each time he moved now, the speed increased until he was pumping into you at a feverish pace. Your cries of pleasure were now silent as you writhed underneath him, on the brink of your orgasm. "Oh fuck, Peter,” you moaned as your legs started to shake. You’ve never felt something like that before. A continuous stream of curses fell from your lips as he found the perfect angle that had your entire core feeling as if it was on fire.

“I’m here,” he said in the most tender voice he could muster between the growls of delight. “I love you.”

It was the last thing you needed to hear before you could let go, finally finding your second release. He put your legs back down around his waist somehow, you didn’t even realize it due to the feeling of fire in your core. He held you tighter as the orgasm ripped through your body, his body also quaking as your arousal fluttered around his, drawing him further into you.

You cried out, as the orgasm was washing over you and you went limp beneath him. He didn’t give you a chance to breath before he started slamming back into you. Your core was still sensitive but you didn’t care. He just felt so damn good.

As you gasped for air, his lips met your neck in sloppy kisses. His hands clawed at your sides as he was quickly approaching his own climax. Peter came with a low pitched growl, as you were milking him dry.

“Shit you feel so damn good around me, babe,” he panted while coming down from his euphoria. He stilled for a few moments with his head on your chest, catching his breath before he gently slit out and crawled to the bedside and freed his penis from the elastic.

Once he laid back down on his bed, he pulled you close to him as he nested his head in your neck.

“God, this was amazing,” he muttered against your neck, the vibrations of his lips left tingles all over your body.

So here you were, sitting in the bus next to Peter on your way home with his headphones in your ear and your fingers intertwined, the same way you did on your way to the resort. But this time it wasn’t all fake, this time it was real. This time it was a real relationship.