Being the most smartest in your school—but quiet, Lucius needed a tutor. The popular boy. You didn’t entirely want to, but he was paying you well. So you reluctantly agreed.

Currently, you were in the library together. Sitting next to him while he worked on review questions you gave him on a piece of paper.

Your eyes glance at him when you catch a glimpse of him adjusting his glasses. Honestly, you never knew he wore glasses. It was no surprise that Lucius was handsome and attractive, especially seeing him up close.

Your eyes linger on his defined, well shaped features.

“I’m done.” He says, snapping you out of your trance. You just nod in return, looking at the paper he just filled out, going over it.

He did well on a question you never taught him, it made you question his genuine intelligence. Asking him about it. “I got it right out of luck, I guess.” Lucius grinned and shrugged—you didn’t buy it.

He noticed it too. He leaned back in his chair and ruffled his hair, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Fine, you got me.” He raised his hands, surrendering. “I didn’t need a tutor. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”