"Stop."
"Nah."
"No, seriously - you have to."
"But it's so pretty."
"Zack ."
"Winter ."
"You're too distracting."
"Excuse me? I'm the distracting one? I think you have it backwards, miss."
"Seriously, this Calc isn't getting done by itself. Plus, we're in class. You're lucky Mr. Raskin hasn't looked over here yet."
"Okay, okay, fine. Jeez. Way to blow a guy off."
He stopped playing with my hair and sat back in his desk, defeated, looking at me with those golden eyes in a very puppy dog expression.
"Good boy," I smiled. I didn't know what had suddenly moved him to such a public display of affection. Usually we were very non-touchy during school; we didn't even hold hands in the halls or anything, which was why it had taken people a while to pick up on the fact that we were going
