I ran my hands through Ethan’s hair a couple times to wake him.

“Mmm… Keep doing that, feels good,” Ethan whispered sleepily, so I obliged and continued to stroke through his silky blonde hair. Why was he the one with such nice hair?

“So… if I do this, will you help me pass your chemistry project?” I asked hopefully. I hate organic chemistry and he’d intentionally given my final project based on that subject. Such a brat!

“Nope!” I huffed at his declaration and went back to working on my laptop, leaving Ethan sprawled up in my bed.

It was now February, almost the end of winter vacations, with the...