He was always so nervous when you came over, or vice versa.

Your budding relationship had taken a turn, now some time has passed and he is rightfully head over heels for you.

So now, you're in his small apartment above the clinic, on the couch cuddled up together.

When the evening began he was just so anxious to mess up in front of you he couldn't handle it.

A few glasses of wine from your farm helped him immensely.

He nuzzled up to you, rubbing his head along your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "Hmmm, clavicle." A kiss to the middle of your chest. "Sternum." A kiss to your belly button. "Umbilicus."

"Harvey, what are you doing?" You asked, confused.

He just shushed you, going back to his whole kissing and naming game. Pointing out things like he would've read them in a textbook.

Seems like he wanted to express some medical knowledge.