Buttering a roll, my dad says, “I like Peter.” 
"You do?“ I say. 
Daddy nods. “He’s a good kid. He’s really taken with you, Lara Jean.” 
"Taken with me?“ I repeat. 
To me Kitty says, "You sound like a parrot.” To Daddy she says, “What does smitten mean? Taken by her?” 
“It means he’s charmed by her,“ Daddy explains. "He’s smitten.” 
“Well, what’s smitten?” 
He chuckles and stuffs the roll in Kitty’s open, perplexed mouth. “It means he likes her.”

Being with Peter was so easy that sometimes I let myself pretend it wasn’t fake.

rhysfcyre:

“What do you like?” “Music. Numbers. Equations. They’re not like words. They … they don’t get mixed up.”

“If only you could talk to girls in equations.” There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they’d created in the link, Wylan said, “Just girls?”

Jesper restrained a grin. “No. Not just girls.”