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I haven’t seen Ian for most of the morning, I think he must be catching up on the work he missed yesterday and I almost feel bad for taking him away.

Almost.

He’s certainly not the only one catching up, as I’m currently chewing on the bottom of my pencil textbooks and my notes spread out in front of me. I’ve been at it since breakfast three hours ago and it’s almost noon.

My phone lights up with notifications a few times, social media posts from people about their Saturday nights out.

I'll take a look later, but for now, I ignore it.

I read a line on my computer screen, swiping the eraser at the end of my pencil back on forth over my bottom lip when I see a movement in my peripheral. And then I feel his presence behind me. Arms trail down my arms and over my front from behind. His breath and hair tickle my neck when he lowers his chin into my neck.

My hand rose slowly to his head and sank into his hair.

“Hey,” I mumbled, combing my fingers through the silky strands. He ha