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TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MARCH 11TH, WEDNESDAY

TOBIAS WACH
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Wednesday. Ugh. Wednesdays were the worst. Actually, they weren't because I got to see Brandon and work with him in the lab, but that day Wednesday was the worst.

I stood up all night talking to him and then waited for him to sleep just to hear if he snored or not. Fun fact: he did not snore. He just breathed loudly.

Which was cute. It was definitely something I could've gotten used to.

I just wanted him to be my boyfriend already. Or really anything that would have made us official. I didn't need boys like Mason and Nate getting him before me.

As I leaned in my hand, I watched Brandon during lecture with my heavy eyes and smiled at how far we had come. The guy I once admired from behind was now a guy I was staying up all night on the phone with.

Brandon's head kept falling forward and jumping back up which meant that I probably couldn't count on him to fill me in with his notes. I sighed and tried to focus on my notes but my mind kept drifting to Brandon and our upcoming date and how we actually slept on the phone together.

Our relationship was getting stronger and stronger each day. It was exciting but also terrifying.

But everything was terrifying when I thought about it.

When the lecture ended, Brandon and I went to the back for the lab portion of class.

"I'm too damn tired. I barely remember what the lab is supposed to be about today."

"Something about serial dilutions. It doesn't seem too hard."

Brandon was leaning on the counter with his eyes barely opened. "Mhm," he noised.

I began setting up our lab station while Brandon was adorably napping. I didn't want to wake him, but also didn't want him to get in trouble. The best thing I could do was wake him once everything was set up. Then that way he could sleep a little before we started.

I was a little nervous though. I had done serial dilutions in high school and I managed to always mess something up. It was either too much or not enough and that just pretty much wrapped up my life.

"You want me to do it?" He asked as he took the pipette from my fingers.

I smiled. "Please. You're much better at things than I am."

"All it takes is a steady hand and my hands are very steady," he said with a wink.

I immediately felt my body heat up like an overheating furnace. I so badly wanted to say, I would have liked to find out, but I didn't know how he meant it or if it was appropriate for me to flirt that way. I had to suppress the urge to say anything that would have ruin whatever-it-was-that-Brandon-and-I-were-supposed-to-be.

Instead, I just stood back and watched Brandon do his thing. His hands were, in fact, steady. He was smooth. Real smooth. The way his hands squeeze on that pipette, the way his muscles flexed as he carefully measured the liquids, and the way the light shined on his skin was so distracting. He was very distracting.