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 ...