It was too late to be studying, but my boyfriend, Hairee, wanted to make sure his work was clean and perfect.

He was a huge math geek—it had been his soft spot ever since first grade. The smartest guy in our school, hands down.

But for some reason, he wanted me with him. He always said he didn’t care what I did, he just wanted me in his space while he was in the zone.

His hair was always a mess from how often his veiny fingers ran through it. There was something about that sight that sent wild butterflies through me.

Tonight was no different.He was deep into solving a tough equation, determined to get it right one way or another. That’s one of the reasons I stayed.

His love language was always physical touch. So naturally, as he scribbled formulas I’d never understand, his touch began and ended with me.

Right now, I was reading a book beside him, and his fingers were gently caressing up my calf, occasionally dipping down to leave two, three, maybe even four soft kisses there.

The way he touched, soothed, and kissed me made me feel like I was his calm—his peace.

Eventually, I heard the sound of his schoolbooks closing, his things being neatly packed away into his backpack.Then, I felt it—his warm gaze on me.

When our eyes met, he reached for my hand and pressed a lingering kiss to my knuckles. He was done studying.

His fingers slid lazily up my thigh to my hip, silently asking me to straddle him.

My cheeks flushed as I put my book down—I missed him so much.

As I slung a thigh over his lap and settled in, his strong arms immediately wrapped around me, pulling me flush against his broad chest.

He breathed me in like I was air.

And we held each other, endlessly.Never too close. Never too tight. Just right.

His soft whispers of affection brushed against my neck.