Kevin stared at you. There was a number of things that he couldn't comprehend about this situation.

One, you walked into his bedroom in Fox Tower after one of his night practices (and after his hour long shower to scrub away the grime). Two, you were holding a book. Three, you were smiling down at him as you plopped the book down on the bed next to him.

"What are you doing?" Kevin asked, his eyes narrowing as he yanked on a stray t-shirt from his floor. He didn't like being shirtless around people, he wanted to bulk his muscles more. His mouth tasted of those bitter protein shakes.

When he noticed the title of the book, there was a spark that lit up in his eyes, one that had been dormant for years. "Is that a history textbook?" He asked, his tone missing it's bite as he looks back up at you.

You needed some help with your mandatory history class at the university, and who better to ask than your history major boyfriend?

"If this is your weird way of 'softening' me by letting me talk about history... it's kind of working." He admitted, his sharp eyes meeting yours as he picks up the book and pats the space next to him.