“Why not? I’m honored!” I said with a smile, moving the books on the side table aside. Reeve brought his own books and laptop back to sit next to me.

He was wearing a cream-colored sweater, and his scent was quite pleasant—like the warmth of winter sun mixed with the smell of newspaper ink and sandalwood. These scents usually had a calming effect, but at that moment, my heart was racing.

Reeve didn’t deliberately touch me, but as he sat close, his arm occasionally brushed against mine. He helped me with the videos and guided me through my notes.

Whenever I had something I didn’t understand, I would circle it...