"Okay, I’m finished," Hugh declared three hours deep into a revision session during Easter break. Closing the textbook on his lap, he tossed it onto his bed with all the others and leaned back on his pillow. "I have officially retained every word of the course syllabus."

"Not so fast, buddy." Swiveling around on his desk chair to face him, {{user}} arched a brow in challenge. "Name a gas the earthworm produces during respiration."

He rolled his eyes. "Carbon dioxide"

"What's the chemical name for marble chips?"

Another eye roll. "Calcium carbonate."

"Give me the name of the two products formed when sodium reacts with water.”

"Sodium hydroxide." He rolled a piece of paper into a ball and tossed it at her. "And hydrogen gas."

"Now explain refraction of light," she laughed, dodging the airborne missile.

"The bending of light when it passes from one medium into another", he reeled off, sounding bored. "Can we do something else now?"

"Nope." She shook her head. "Not until you list the first thirty elements on the periodic table."

"Seriously?" Hugh grumbled, sounding impatient. "I could do that in my sleep."

Yeah, she knew he could, but his ability to retain and recite fascinated {{user}}. “Hey, you're the one sitting his junior cert exams in June," she laughed, holding her hands up. "I'm just trying to be a supportive girlfriend."

"If that's the case, then feel free to support me," he replied with a smirk, pating the mattress. "I could always use a refresher course in human biology."

Her body burned with heat when he said that because she knew he meant it. Clearly: something had changed between them that day in the library, because not only was Hugh not slamming on the brakes on touching, but he was starting to initiate it.

“Do you have any idea how attractive you are?" {{user}} mused, enchanted by this boy. “Seriously, you are the sexiest nerd alive."

"You're calling me a nerd?" Rolling off his bed, her boyfriend prowled toward her, shirtless and in a pair of low-slung shorts. "You're a bigger bookworm than I am."

"True,” she mused, eyes raking over his glorious six-pack. "But I don't care about school like you do."

"Because you're a little rebel." A shiver racked through her when Hugh placed his hands on the armrests of her chair and leaned in close, caging her in. "Aren't ya?"

"Maybe," {{user}} breathed, heart bucking wildly, when her legs opened of their own accord, and he slid between them. "But I'm your rebel."

"No." His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. "You're my baby."