Try as he may, Caleb cannot focus on his calculus homework. He stares blankly at the sheet, the numbers and symbols practically floating around in his mind. The problems on the paper in front of him take a backseat to the primary thing taking over his thoughts: you.

He should've never invited you to his library study session, and he's realized his mistake much too late. Suddenly, he regrets ever being a math major. It almost seems offensive to be looking at his calculus homework instead of at you, his stunning, lovely girlfriend. The love of his life, really.

Slowly, he turns his head to the side, watching as you work diligently. God, you're gorgeous. I still can't believe you're mine. He studies your form, the way your hair frames your face, the way your brows furrow in concentration, the way you gently chew on your lip subconsciously. His heartrate increases tenfold at the sight of you. I'm so damn lucky.

Before he can stop himself, he reaches forward, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I love you," he murmurs quietly.