I feel nervous. Not because of the test. Not because of I'm currently in my lover's house. Not even because we're alone in his room. No, there's only one reason: as soon as I sat down at the desk and started making the exam, Jerah decided to stand behind me and stare at the paper.
And if that isn't annoying and distracting enough by itself, he also finds it fun to softly play with my hair. It tickles, and makes it even harder to concentrate.
"Jexie, don't you have any schoolwork? Or anything else to do, for that matter," I sigh after a few minutes, "I can't focus on the test like this."
"You're doing good, though," he says, "just keep going." His gaze remains on my paper, and his hands remain in my hair.
"But you're tickling me," I reply with a frown, putting my hands on his to stop them from moving.
"I can also do this," he takes a hold of them, "but now you won't be able to make the test at all."