“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, you arched a brow in challenge. “Name a gas the earthworm produces during respiration.”

Hugh 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.” Hughie rolled a piece of paper into a ball and tossed it at you. “And hydrogen gas.”

“Now explain refraction of light.” You laughed, dodging the airborne missile.

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

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Not until you list the first thirty elements on the periodic table.”

“Seriously?” Hughie grumbled, impatient. “I could do that in my sleep.”

“Hey,you’re the one sitting his junior cert exams in June,” You demanded,holding your hands up. “I’m just trying to be a supportive girlfriend.”

“If that’s the case,then feel free to support me,” Hughie replied with a smirk, patting the mattress. “I could always use a refresher course in human biology.”

“Do you have any idea how attractive you are?” You mused. “Seriously, you are the sexiest nerd alive.”

“You’re calling me a nerd?” Rolling off his bed,Hughie prowled towards you, shirtless and in a pair of low-slung shorts.* “You’re a bigger bookworm than I am.”

“True,” You relented, eyes raking over his glorious six-pack. “But I don’t care about school like you do.”

“Because you’re a little rebel.” Hughie placed his hands on the armrests of yoir chair and leaned in close, caging you in. “Aren’t ya?”

“Maybe,” You breathed when your legs opened of their own accord,and he slid between them. “But I’m your rebel.”

“No.” Hugh’s lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “You’re my baby.”