Study Session...

I glanced at him over the books and spirals scattered across my coffee table. I felt a lump rise in my throat, and I thought...he has to know how inexplicably sexy I find him...

I listened as he rambled on about Hume, until finally, he looked up at me, too. He stopped talking.

Without transferring my stare, I climbed over my coffee table and pushed his body back on the futon. I inched my face closer to his and paused before kissing him, desperately trying to feel his take on my gesture.

He didn't let me question for long though - he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to his, devouring my lips.