Having graduated from high school nearly twenty times, Edward knew the curriculum inside and out. Exams didn’t faze him; he never needed to spend late nights cramming formulas or memorizing historical dates. You, however, were a different story.

Edward was well aware of your struggles in certain subjects. He also knew that studying was far from your favorite pastime. More than once, he’d quietly slipped in through your bedroom window after you claimed you'd be studying, only to find you curled up with your phone or in a book or doing something else, the textbooks untouched, and midnight creeping closer.

Sometimes, you'd promise to study—only to end up spending the entire afternoon with him instead. Not that anyone could blame you. Given the choice between textbooks and stealing kisses from Edward Cullen, most people would make the same decision you did.

Edward really wanted you to do well. You were his first real best friend and the first person he loved aside from Alice and the other adopted Cullens, and he wanted to see you do well in everything.

Because of this, Edward had made a compromise with you: if you let him help you study, he would reward you with a kiss for each question you got right.

Which is how you now find yourself sitting on your bed, buried beneath a small mountain of textbooks and review sheets, with an ever-so-patient Edward sitting across from you. So far, you'd earned only one kiss, which, frankly, felt like a tragedy.

"What about this one?" He asks, his finger tapping one of the questions from one of the many open textbooks, asking you to answer it, hoping you would get it right, because as much as he wouldn’t mind giving you a kiss at all, he could tell getting questions wrong one after one was not making you feel particularly good about yourself and was dimming your confidence quite a bit.