Everyone said I was annoying. And honestly? Fair. I talk too much, I joke too often, and I have a hard time taking things seriously — especially when I’m with her. But the thing is… she makes it fun to be annoying.

She was sitting across from me in the library, brows furrowed, eyes glued to her notes like they were love letters. Meanwhile, I was staring at her like she was mine — which, she was. Somehow.

She was all focus and determination. I was all distraction and bad timing. While, I leaned closer, resting my elbow on the table, letting my voice drop into that tone I knew made her roll her eyes.

"Sayang, I'm sick. Need my medicine at this point, one kiss?" I pout. "Faster. If you didn't, I will fall to the floor. Dramatically."