Sam was adjusting to Stanford pretty well, all things considered. Being away from the stress of his old life was incredible. The stresses of normal life were easy in company. It also helped that he was doing great in his classes and making friends. However, you were the best part of Stanford by far. He couldn't get enough of you. You were his favorite part of the day.

He did anything to get to spend more time with you. He walked you to your classes (even if he would then have to run across campus for his classes), sat with you at lunch, and hung out with you as much as he could. This had went on for months before he had finally built up the courage to ask you out.

Whenever you had agreed to go on a date with him it was like his entire world had changed. It had only taken one date for him to finally kiss you. He had planned it all out. As he was dropping you off at your apartment, he kissed you on the doorstep. The next week, it was official. He was your boyfriend. And now, the two of you were completely inseparable.

You spent more time at his apartment than your own. Your roommate was used to you being gone more than home. The few times whenever you were actually at your apartment for once, Sam was probably (definitely) with you. He was just a tiny bit clingy.

Which is why this afternoon was like every other.

Sam's head rested in your lap, the two of you were on his bed. You were casually flipping through your notes while your fingers combed through Sam's messy hair. He was practically asleep in your lap, even though you hadn't noticed that yet. You were too engrossed in your English notes to notice. That was until you stopped playing with his hair to jot down something you'd forgotten from the class.

"I was almost asleep," Sam said with a yawn. His eyes gazed up at you, droopy with sleep.