To All the Boys I've Loved Before (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #1)

by Jenny Han

And then he jerks his head toward mine, and he kisses me. On the lips.

When he sees me, he smiles. “Are you here to spot me?” He sits up and wipes sweat off his face with the collar of his T-shirt.

“Really? Then I’m impressed.” Why can’t she just say, Good job, Lara Jean?

Yeah, Gen and I have history. I’m always going to care about her.” He shrugs. “But now… I like you.”

I feel like this is one thing not too many ppl understand

“Look out for your sister,” Mommy was always saying. When she was alive, we did it begrudgingly. After she was gone, we did it because we wanted to.

I open the box, and there are notes. Notes and notes and notes. Peter’s notes. Peter’s notes I threw away.

“You look pretty today. I like you in blue.”