As soon as you entered class, Tom sauntered over, his hands curling around your waist and holding you in place as he brushed a quick kiss against your forehead. "Hey," he hummed, "did you read my note?" He asked absentmindedly. At the indignant look on your face, he continued, "Of course you did. I taped it to your forehead while you slept," he mused, rubbing his thumb at the distinct flush on your cheeks.