Edward and Bella are in college but are having a difficult time keeping their minds on their schoolwork.
1. Chapter 1
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Summary: Bella and Edward have started college but are finding it's hard to concentrate on their schoolwork….
What was she going to do? Her powers of concentration seemed non-existent these days. She sat at the kitchen table in their apartment and stared at the stack of textbooks in front of her. Edward, of course, was a picture of patience, and it drove her even crazier. They had waited to enter the university for almost a year and then opted for on-line courses to start out with, just to be on the safe side. Her most pressing assignment was math. She had been placed in a "foundation" math course which was just a nice way of saying remedial. Hadn't she passed high school calculus? Just barely, as it had turned out. Edward, not surprisingly, had zipped ahead into an advanced Physics course that he was breezing through at the moment. She fully expected him to be receiving a call from Stephen Hawking any day now. He too was working on his homework at this moment; his long graceful fingers flying in a blur over the keys of the laptop perched in front of him. He looked up to stare at her.
Bella caught her breath. How could she still be caught so off guard by his eyes? There was a look of innocence in them at the moment. A calmness that felt so alien to her emotions at the moment. At least that problem with her heart beat had been taken care of. And breathing was not really necessary after all. She returned to staring at the paper in front of her. The figures swam together into incoherent clumps.
"How can I ever concentrate on this when I'm so damn thirsty?" She felt whiney about it once again. She squirmed and repositioned herself in the chair.
"It will get better; be patient." He looked down and continued his typing. Then he suddenly looked at her again, the crooked smile playing about his lips, "Do you want me to distract you?"
She would have blushed if she could. His "distractions" had taken on a whole new meaning now that she was more durable. She smiled. He had been most helpful this past year.
She shook her head reluctantly, "No, I have to finish this! You can distract me later…"
He continued to stare at her. His eyes were that warm liquid gold that she, herself, was looking forward to. Her own eyes still had a reddish cast to them. Edward had laughingly said that they matched his bronze hair and that they were now "color coordinated". She didn't think it was very funny. She was tired of wearing sunglasses.
"Actually, I have a similar issue at the moment," Edward said, his eyes moving downward to his hands that seemed to be gripping the edge of the table a little too firmly.
"You can't possibly be thirstier than me at this moment."
"No. Not that." He paused, another smile creeping to the corners of his perfect mouth. "I just want to distract you more than you can possibly imagine."
Bella felt that still unfamiliar surge go through her body. It must be some kind of replacement for blushing and she could do little to rein it in.
"Will you help me with this later?" She quickly asked. She was sure that her eyes gave her feelings away.
"Only if you'll help me with this now…." He was suddenly behind her with his arms draped over her shoulders, his hands on her hips, his lips at her ear. His voice trailed off into a husky whisper.
"Okay," she trembled, "Distract me."