“I give up.” You huff as you drop your pen, your hair dropping in front of your face as you look down at your text book.

Your boyfriend stiles, who is currently laying on his stomach beside you, lets out a breathy laugh as he turns his head to you. “Oh come on… we’ve barely been revising ten minutes.” He grins as he tucks the strands of hair behind your ear, letting him gaze over your profile.

He was admiring you like you were some kind of goddess.