Amidst the sound of papers turning,
The occasional groans from the girl in my room,
She sits beside me in bed,
A lock of hair messily strewn in front of her right eye,
She brushes it impatiently behind her ear,
Looking down the same book as me,
Each time I feel her hand rub against mine,
Her skin on mine,
Like a zap of electricity,
It sends a tingle down my spine.
This was a bad idea,
Me calling her over the night before the big tests,
All of my concentration,
It’s on her,
She takes up all my focus,
I can’t stop myself from stealing glances in her direction,
Her determined gaze, which isn’t for me,
And the way her antsy fingers play with her hair,
Nervously twirling them around her finger,
Even while anxious, she’s such a pretty sight to behold.
I grow restless,
Much as I try to divert my attention from her,
The sound of her talking to herself,
Brooding in a low voice,
Like a whisper,
I follow every movement of her lips as she mouths out words to herself,
Enunciating in such an enticing manner,
She’s captivated me again.
The open book which lay in front of us,
It seems so humongous.
The clock marches on unsparingly,
My eyes grow heavier,
With only 8 hours to go,
And 18 lessons to go through,
Maybe I should just go to sleep,
It seems pointless anyway,
I procrastinated way too much,
It’s too late now.
Flipping page after page,
The end never comes,
Outside my window,
It grows darker,
And the world falls silent,
Me and her,
It’s as though we’re the only ones up in this odd hour,
Exhaustion is evident on her face too,
She was already done with her prep by this point,
And her eyes barely manage to stay open any longer.
But I still had a lot more to go through,
As weary as I was getting,
Knowing her obstinate self,
I knew she wouldn’t give up on me,
I meekly float in the idea that maybe we ought to give up,
To just call it a day and leave tomorrow up to fate.
I was only met with a cold stare,
Something which I was expecting,
I know how determined she could be.
Refusing in a disdainful tone,
She insisted there’s some way we could keep each other motivated,
I could be mistaken,
But there was a subtle twinkle in her blue eyes as she said this,
And her lips were twisted in a half smile.
The night progressed on,
She guided me through each chapter,
Helped me make mental notes,
Questioning me every now and again,
Going through each concept with me meticulously.
And towards the conclusion of each lesson,
She pulled me by the collar,
Sharply into her,
Kissing me firmly,
She held me that way for a good five minutes,
It caught me off-guard,
But also sparked a renewed determination.
At the end of each lesson,
If I got her pop quiz right,
Piece by piece,
She would begin disrobing herself,
She kept me wide awake,
Eager to burn through the rest of the book.
With every word I read,
Every sentence and every line,
I feel her breath over my shoulder,
Whether intentional or not,
Her exposed shoulder keeps faintly grazing mine.
She sternly pushes me away when I kiss that cheek of hers,
Resolute in her resolve,
She insists on me burning the midnight oil.
Looking at me with that gaze of hers,
She just sits there watching me rush through the pages.
Like a child lured at the sight of candy,
She strung me along too,
Using her love and masking it as bait,
She made me lustful for knowledge,
While the clock ticks steadily on,
I finally closed the book with about an hour to spare,
Only the solitary hour to celebrate.
On all fours,
From the other side of the bed,
She crept slowly towards me,
With nothing left to imagination,
She’s just a breath away from me,
Snatching the book deftly with one hand,
She flung it across the room,
And before pinning me against the mattress,
‘Let’s not review just this once.’.