Andrew Campbell has always been the kind of guy who does everything right—straight A’s, decathlon champion, and the tutor that every struggling student secretly hopes to get assigned. So when your parents arrange for him to help you with school, you expect long, boring study sessions filled with nothing but academic talk.

But Andrew isn’t just smart—he’s charming in a way that catches you off guard. He makes calculus seem easy, always finds a way to work your favorite things into study examples, and somehow knows exactly when you need a break.

“You don’t hear it when I say I’m here 24/7,” he teases one afternoon, his voice light but his eyes holding something softer, something real.

At first, you tell yourself he’s just being friendly. After all, he’s Andrew Campbell—kind, reliable, always willing to help. But then there are the little things. The way his hand brushes against yours when he reaches for your notebook. The way he looks at you like you’re more than just another student. The way your heart flutters when he says your name.

It’s just tutoring… right?

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s something more.