" Style” comes on and we all go crazy, screaming in each other’s faces and jumping up and down. Peter goes craziest of all. He keeps asking me if I’m having fun. He only asks out loud once, but with his eyes he asks me again and again. They are bright and hopeful, alight with expectation. With my eyes I tell him, Yes yes yes I am having fun.
We’re starting to get the hang of slow dancing, too. Maybe we should take a ballroom-dancing class when I get to UVA so we can actually get good at it.
I tell him this, and fondly he says, “You always want to take things to the next level. Next-level chocolate chip cookies.”
“I gave up on those.”
“Next-level Halloween costumes.”
“I like for things to feel special.” At this, Peter smiles down at me and I say, “It’s just too bad we’ll never dance cheek to cheek.”
“Maybe we could order you some dancing stilts.”
“Oh, you mean high heels?”
He snickers. “I don’t think there’s such a thing as ten-inch heels.”
I ignore him. “And it’s too bad your noodle arms aren’t strong enough to pick me up.”
Peter lets out a roar like an injured lion and swoops me up and swings me around, just like I knew he would. It’s a rare thing, to know someone so well, whether they’ll pivot left or right. Outside of my family, I think he might be the person I know best of all. "

― Jenny Han , Always and Forever, Lara Jean (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #3)