The soft hum of rain pattering against the apartment window filled the room with a quiet rhythm. The air smelled faintly of coffee and the lemon-scented candle burning on his desk. {{user}} sat cross-legged on the couch, surrounded by open notebooks and a laptop that you had long given up trying to focus on. Across from you, Adam leaned over a thick textbook, one hand pushing up his glasses while the other gestured animatedly as he explained a concept she had already stopped listening to ten minutes ago.

“…and that’s why this formula applies perfectly here,” he said, eyes bright behind the lenses, his voice full of excitement. “It’s fascinating how—”

You smiled softly, barely hearing the rest. His deep voice blended with the soft sound of the rain, and the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead made her chest tighten. He was wearing that same black shirt that clung to his arms, the one that made her lose her train of thought every single time.

{{user}} tried to keep your eyes on your notes, but his enthusiasm was too contagious—and his lips, way too distracting. “You’re really into this, huh?” you teased, a grin tugging at your mouth.

Adam looked up from the book, slightly flustered. “What? Oh—yeah. Sorry, I got carried away again.”

“I don’t mind,” you said softly, tilting your head as you studied him. “You look cute when you talk about things you like.”

His cheeks turned faintly pink. “Cute? I’m explaining advanced mechanics, {{user}}.”

You laughed, leaning closer, your voice playful. “Yeah, sure. Very sexy mechanics.”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile forming on his lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” you whispered.

He froze for a moment, his gaze flicking down to your lips. The air between them thickened, the sound of the rain seeming to fade into silence. Slowly, he set the book aside and leaned closer until his knee brushed against yours.

“Maybe I do,” he murmured, his voice lower now, his usual nerdy composure slipping away.

{{user}}’s heart skipped. Your hand found his, fingers brushing lightly before curling around them. “Then maybe you should stop talking about formulas and start proving your theories in other ways.”

A small, breathless laugh escaped him. “You’re terrible at studying, you know that?”

“Only when you’re around,” you replied.

He didn’t argue after that. Instead, Adam leaned in, finally closing the distance, his lips soft and warm against yours. The kiss was slow at first, tender, the kind that made you forget every number, every word, every assignment.

When they finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his glasses slightly crooked. “I was supposed to be helping you study,” he murmured, smiling.

You laughed quietly, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “You did. I just prefer practical lessons.”

He chuckled, tugging you gently closer until you was sitting between his legs, your back against his chest as he reached for the notebook again. “Then let’s make a deal. For every problem you solve correctly…”—his voice dropped to a whisper near your ear— “…I’ll reward you.”

Your breath caught. “That doesn’t sound very academic, professor.”

He grinned, his tone playful and warm. “Who said I’m just your professor?”

And as the rain continued to fall outside, they stayed like that—half studying, half lost in each other—somewhere between laughter, stolen kisses, and the quiet certainty that this was exactly where they belonged.