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“Daniel, could you help me with math?” I asked after class, pretending to sound casual as I caught up with him in the hallway.
He glanced over, adjusting his glasses. “Me? Uh, sure. When?” “Today. At my place.”
His brows lifted slightly, but he nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”An hour later, we were at my kitchen table, his calm voice explaining equations I’d already forgotten. His hazel eyes sparkled behind his glasses as he talked, and I found myself watching him more than the numbers.
“You’re really good at this,” I said, leaning back in my chair. He looked up, a little flustered. “It’s just math.”
“Still,” I said, standing up. “Want a break? I can show you my room. It’s where I usually study.” He hesitated but eventually nodded, following me upstairs.
My room was lit by soft fairy lights, with books stacked on every surface. I sat on the edge of my bed, motioning for him to sit beside me.
“Nice setup,” he said, sitting stiffly, his hands clasped in his lap.
“Thanks.” I leaned closer, letting the silence settle. “You know, I really appreciate you helping me, but…” I hesitated, just long enough to make his cheeks flush. “I think I had other reasons for asking you over.”
His eyes widened slightly, his gaze darting to mine. “Other reasons?”
I nodded, leaning in so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. “You’re not like anyone else, Daniel. And I like that.”
Before he could stammer out a response, I kissed him, my hand lightly brushing his jaw. He froze at first, but then his lips softened against mine. His hands, which had been fidgeting nervously, hesitantly rested on my waist.
I deepened the kiss, feeling his uncertainty melt into something more confident. When I gently pulled him closer, his glasses slipped a little, making me smile against his lips.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, adjusting them.
I tilted his face toward mine, brushing my thumb over the edge of his frames. “Don’t be.” …
Me writing this:
He glanced over, adjusting his glasses. “Me? Uh, sure. When?” “Today. At my place.”
His brows lifted slightly, but he nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”An hour later, we were at my kitchen table, his calm voice explaining equations I’d already forgotten. His hazel eyes sparkled behind his glasses as he talked, and I found myself watching him more than the numbers.
“You’re really good at this,” I said, leaning back in my chair. He looked up, a little flustered. “It’s just math.”
“Still,” I said, standing up. “Want a break? I can show you my room. It’s where I usually study.” He hesitated but eventually nodded, following me upstairs.
My room was lit by soft fairy lights, with books stacked on every surface. I sat on the edge of my bed, motioning for him to sit beside me.
“Nice setup,” he said, sitting stiffly, his hands clasped in his lap.
“Thanks.” I leaned closer, letting the silence settle. “You know, I really appreciate you helping me, but…” I hesitated, just long enough to make his cheeks flush. “I think I had other reasons for asking you over.”
His eyes widened slightly, his gaze darting to mine. “Other reasons?”
I nodded, leaning in so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. “You’re not like anyone else, Daniel. And I like that.”
Before he could stammer out a response, I kissed him, my hand lightly brushing his jaw. He froze at first, but then his lips softened against mine. His hands, which had been fidgeting nervously, hesitantly rested on my waist.
I deepened the kiss, feeling his uncertainty melt into something more confident. When I gently pulled him closer, his glasses slipped a little, making me smile against his lips.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, adjusting them.
I tilted his face toward mine, brushing my thumb over the edge of his frames. “Don’t be.” …
Me writing this:
plot wise only the writting is ass but i see the vision
