I set my bags in the kitchen and then moved to the dining room table. I set my backpack in the chair and unzipped it as I pulled out my notes and stuff. I shook my head at his comment.

"I just...let’s not talk about making out." I put my hand to my forehead and then moved my book bag to the other chair so I could sit down across from where he was set up.

Kent seemed a little confused for a moment, but he seemed to let it pass as he took his seat across from me.

"You know… it would be easier to cram if you could see my notes, because I take better notes. But if you want to stay over there, I'll just push them over after I highlight them," he said.

I looked at him, staring at him for a good thirty seconds before huffing and standing up again. I pulled at the neck of my sweater to get air down my chest. "It’s hot in here," I said as I sat down next to him and flipped my notebook to the beginning.

He stood up and walked over to knock the thermostat down a few degrees so the AC would turn on and blow some of that wonderfully chilly air out. When Kent returned, he opened his notebook.

"We're gonna be going from Chapter 11 all the way to 22 for this final, mostly. There's going to be a few things from the first bit, but apparently the last half of the book is more important."

"Of course it is," I muttered, flipping my notebook until I found the right page. "Is that how you got your A last time? By making out instead of studying?" I had no idea why I was bringing up the making out again. I guess I wanted to torture myself. Or get it into my head that he was definitely, absolutely into his girlfriend. Which he was. Of course. I cleared my throat and kept my head down.

"I said I'd rather make out, not that I did. Wait, how did we get back to making out? I thought you didn't want to talk about it?" He was chuckling as he highlighted things in his notes in front of him.

I peeked over his forearm and frowned, pointing at something he highlighted, ignoring the fact that he’d totally called me out. "The professor never said that."

My breast was pressed against the back of his arm near his elbow. Kent looked at the thing he'd highlighted. For a moment he seemed to be lost. He was probably just thinking about making out with Jen. I pulled back from his arm and waited for his answer.

"He hinted at it so I made a note to research it. It's probably nothing, but I figured I'd be safe."