To my surprise, he pulled out the chair next to me and sank into it.

"What don't you get?" he asked.

I swallowed and explained, and to my wonder, he sat next to me for over an hour, walking me through the chapter. Maybe it was because I hung on his every word, but he made me understand it, too.

"You have a way with words," I told him. "You should probably get into teaching."

He did that little smile, his gaze down-turned, and my heart skipped.

"Maybe if research doesn't work out for me."

He glanced at me then, something unreadable in his eyes.

"Have you heard from Charles?"

I nodded, blushing.

"He keeps sending me memes from Brokeback Mountain and The Rocky Horror Picture Show."

Jonas chuckled.

"You too?"

He bit his lip.

"I'm surprised he took it so well, honestly," he said.

"I'm not. He's the best guy."

Jonas' gaze warmed.

"Yup. That's my little brother... And I guess he has okay taste in friends."

I gaped.

"Does this mean you finally approve?" I asked. "And all it took was over a week of sex?"

He laughed and pushed to his feet, giving me a look.

"Don't push it," he warned and went back to the living room.

I watched him go. Add that playful smile on his lips to the list of things I would die for.

I tried to turn my attention back to my studies until I was done taking notes of the things he'd explained to me, but I couldn't fight going to him any longer.

I was going to lie down next to him without saying a word and just pull him into my arms.

My heart was racing as I set down my pen, but at just the same moment, he shut off the TV and stood with a yawn.

"Night," he said.

"Night," I returned, disappointed.

I wanted to think of something to say to keep him for a few more minutes.

The suggestion of fooling around was on the tip of my tongue, and not because I was horny, since I was actually pretty damn tired, but because I wanted an excuse to hug him for a minute. But he shut his door before I managed to say a word.

Sighing, I stared at my textbook for a few minutes, feeling pathetic and sorry for myself.