Standing by his bedroom door in my purple shorts and cropped hoodie, I inquire, "What are you writing?"
Leigh lies on the bed on his stomach, shirtless, with a pen between his lips. His untidy bedroom hair completes the captivating look.
He turns towards me, a smile playing on his lips as his eyes sweep over me before he responds, "Homework."
"Can I join?" I shrug, trying to conceal my excitement.
I hope he agrees, as I'm feeling bored at the moment.
"Of course, but only if we're actually doing homework," he clarifies.
My delight at his response is evident, and I promptly join him on the bed, lying beside him with my head resting on his shoulder.
"What's the assignment?" I ask, intrigued.
That's when he decides to close the notebook and set it aside. "Do you really think I'll just
