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Cuddles (FLUFF)

I sit at my desk with my pen in my mouth, frowning at the algebra question that lays on the table in front of me. I had been studying all day as I started to fall behind in Math a couple weeks ago.

Rafe had gone all day to do some work with Ward, so he hadn't been able to message me since this morning, but I used this as an advantage to have some alone time.

I sigh, unable to answer the question, turning the page in hopes of being able to answer the next. Unsurprisingly, it's even harder than the one before.
I huff in frustration.

Why the fuck is this so hard!?

I used to be so good at algebra.

I'm too lost in my thoughts to even realise Rafe had come home.

"Hey sweetheart."

I spin in my chair at the sound of his voice, slightly startled.

"Oh it's you. Hey." I turn back around to focus on the question, leaving Rafe standing in the door frame.

It's quiet for a few moments before I hear him clear his throat, causing me to spin in my chair again, annoyed at the interruption. He raises his eyebrows at me, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, shit. Sorry." I jump out of my seat, rushing over to him. Rafe smiles down at me as he holds his arms out to me, wrapping them around my waist as I give him a quick peck on the lips. He frowns when I quickly pull away from his embrace to return to my desk.

I stare hopelessly at the question, scribbling out yet another wrong method in my tattered notebook, internally swearing at my stupidity.

"Is that it?"

Who invented this shit!?

"Hello?"

I'm actually gonna fucking fail.

I slap my hands over my face and huff again.

"You okay?"

I jump as I feel Rafe's cold hands on my shoulders, his head leaning on my shoulder as he stares down at the harsh scribbles on the page.

"Jesus Rafe, you scared me." I rub my eyes as I drop my pen on the table.

"Sorry. You okay?" He rubs my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me, but unfortunately only does the opposite.

"What? Yeah I'm fine." I sigh as I begin writing down another method that is probably wrong again. I clear my throat when I realise Rafe is still attached to me, innocently watching my embarrassing attempts. "Are you seriously gonna sit there the whole time?"

"Can we cuddle?" He nudges his head further into my neck.

"I'm working." I try to stay focused, worried that I may get distracted.

"Please? I'm bored." I roll my eyes when he turns his head to cover the side of my face in kisses. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as he pecks my jawline.

"I'm busy." I snarl at him.

"Come on baby." He whispers in my ear. "I've had a long day at work."