Hughie's room was silent, except for the soft sound of his pencil scratching the notebook.

You were lying face down on the bed, your chin resting on your hands, trying to keep up with his words about "kinetic equations".

"So..." - he said, pointing to a graph in the notebook - "...the initial speed times the time..." - his deep voice vibrated quietly, but all you could think of was the way his hair fell a little on his forehead and the glasses he wore for reading, further highlighting those absurdly beautiful eyes.

You blinked, trying to force yourself to pay attention, but the proximity didn't help at all. Hughie was leaning next to him, so close that you could feel his heat and the woody smell of the perfume.

"Are you with me?" - he asked, arching an eyebrow and throwing that half provocative smile that denounced that he had already realized that his attention was anywhere, except in the calculations.

"Of course."— you answered quickly, but the tone came out weaker than you intended.

He dropped the pencil and rested his elbow on the bed, leaning a little more, almost at the height of his face. - "You know... if you keep looking at me like that, you won't learn any Physics." - The low voice, loaded with fun, made his heart race.

"It's your fault..."— you whispered, biting the corner of your lip.

Hughie let out a brief laugh, taking the notebook again, but now with that look of someone who knew exactly what he was doing to you. - "So let's make a deal..." - he said, fixing his glasses - "...you pay attention to this next part, and then I let you... distract me as much as you want."

The promise was in the air, and suddenly the kinetics never seemed so interesting.