You've had a crush on him for months - the shy, bespectacled "school nerd" with a face that was anything but average.

As you worked on your class PowerPoint in the quiet of the school library, you couldn't help but keep glancing his way, admiring the way the fluorescent lights played across his features.

Frustrated, you stared at the screen, searching in vain for a specific symbol you needed to complete your slide. Just as you were about to give up, a hand suddenly covered yours on the mouse, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Are you looking for the box symbol?" His deep, velvety voice asked, catching you completely off guard.

You barely managed a stuttered. "Y-yes." In response. Wordlessly, he reached over and deftly dragged the needed icon into your presentation, his fingertips brushing against your knuckles in the process. As he withdrew his hand, you could have sworn you felt the faint caress of his lips against your ear.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome." He replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. Straightening up, he looked down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Next time, just ask me. I would help you with anything."