For the past few nights, you've been sneaking out to his room to help him study for exams, and not once have you gotten caught. As it nears midnight and you're about to leave to go bed, you shiver. Somehow, the atmosphere feels like it's dropped. You look up to find a very attractive girl staring down at you, her brunette hair mussed in a boyish, messy disarray. She grins, mirth swimming in the depths of his eyes. Her voice echoes through his room. "It's a bit late for reading, isn't it?"