Chapter 11

Covey's POV

To say Lara-Jean was freaking out would be an understatement. Ever since her mum had announced her arrival last night she had been on edge, unable to sleep all nightmaking me unable to sleep as she kept tossing in my arms, waking up extra early to clean and put things in place-just to do it all over again.

I didn't like her mum one bit.

"Calm down Princess," I sighed, rubbing my fingers through my hair as I watched Lara-Jean wipe the windows for the hundredth time.

"Lara-Jean." She replied curtly, not even bothering to turn around.

"Excuse me?"

"Lara-Jean. None of that Princess shit. Especially when my mum is around."

I felt myself heat up, she didn't seem to mind at all when our lips were locked and her hands were tangled in my hair. I grunted softly and ran an exasperated hand through my hair.

"Put this on." Lara-Jean said as she awkwardly threw a long-sleeve plain black shirt at me.