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The room was filled with the soft tapping of keys, quiet breaths, and the occasional muffled giggle.
Tiffany sat cross-legged on the bed, her laptop balanced in front of her, eyes focused and brows slightly furrowed as she worked on a new assignment her professor had given her. Mark lay with his head resting comfortably on her lap, staring up at her like she was the most fascinating thing in the world.
She shifted slightly, aware of his gaze.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, fingers still moving over the keyboard.
"I just realised," he whispered, voice soft, "you're going to be the prettiest doctor in the world."
She groaned dramatically. "Oh my god, Mark Lee. Don't use these cringey-ass lines on me."
He laughed, the sound vibrating against her thigh as he glanced at her laptop screen. Then his eyes widened.
"Ayo, what is that?"
She didn't even look down. "That's a penis."
He blinked. "Why...why are you studying a penis?"
"Because," she said patiently, "I have to make a presentation on the human reproductive system, Mark."
He leaned closer to the screen. "Wait, this is how it looks inside?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "See this ball-type thingy? Those are testes. They contain your future children."
"Damn," he muttered. "I hate science."
"Of course you do." She smiled. "But if you actually tried understanding it with daily-life examples, you'd like it more. Like...have you ever wondered why you guys have your balls outside your abdominal cavity?"
He laughed. "Okay, no, never thought about that."
"That's because sperm needs a lower temperature than your normal body temperature to form," she explained easily. "And since testes produce sperm, they stay outside."
He didn't respond right away. Instead, he watched her, really watched her, the way her eyes lit up when she talked, the confidence in her voice.
He reached up, gently stopping her fingers mid-sentence.
She looked down. "Mark-"
He kissed her knuckles softly. "As much as I hate science, I could listen to you talk about it all day."
She chuckled, cheeks warming. "That's romantic. Now will you let me type?"
"No," he said immediately, leaning in to kiss her hand again. "You're on a break. Stop working."
She sighed in defeat and shut the laptop. "Fine. What do you wanna do?"
"I really wanna kiss you right now."
Her eyes widened. "Again?"
"Not my fault your lips are so soft," he said with a grin. "Mango chapstick?"
She nodded, suddenly shy. He sat up, cupping her jaw gently.
"I can really taste it," he murmured.
Her eyes flickered from his lips back to his eyes as he leaned in.
Knock. Knock.
"Tiffany?" Mrs. Lee's voice came from outside. "Have you seen Mark?"
"Yeah, aunty," Tiffany replied quickly. "He's with me."
"Oh, good." Mrs. Lee chuckled. "Your dad and I are going to IKEA. Do you two want to come?"
"No, it's fine, mom," Mark called back. "We'll stay here."
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" she asked.
"Yes, aunty," Tiffany laughed. "Don't worry."
"Alright then," Mrs. Lee said warmly. "Just don't let him burn down the house."
Tiffany laughed as footsteps faded away.
Mark looked at her. "Now where were we?"
She smiled, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable."
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