I didn't know when I woke up that morning, that this Sunday was going to start off one of the best weeks I'd had in my life to date.

Partly because Clark sympathized with me. They had thought it would show a sweet side of Matt, humanize him somehow, but Clark forced them to use a different photo. A part of me felt like I'd defeated Matt at his own game.

And mostly because after we stopped at my house so I could change into clean clothes and get my history notes, Tate and I walked through campus holding hands.

I didn't think I'd ever seen Tate hold hands with a girl. Sure, I'd seen him with his hands on a girl's body—hips, legs, shoulders, lower back. His girls used to sit on his lap at parties or hang all over him.

But hold hands? No.

Tate grabbed mine so casually too. He asked me if I needed help making note cards and just slipped his fingers through mine like he'd been doing it all his life.

We walked into the library, and Tate guided me toward a round table in the corner on the first floor where three other people were sitting. All three looked up at the same time.

The cute Black guy with a buzz cut on the left smiled and tipped his head up at Tate in a hello as he pulled his hat off his head. The cute but shy guy in the middle who wouldn't look anyone in the eye looked at Tate for a fraction of a second before he focused on me in confusion. His eyes traveled down me as a small smirk slowly formed on his lips, and he glanced at the beautiful brunette sitting to his left, who was looking at me with a frown. Her long, silky brown curls framed her overly done face.

"Hey, y'all," Tate greeted them when we reached the two empty seats. He sat quickly, pulled my chair closer to his, and slid it out for me to sit down.

If that wasn't enough to give me all the feels, then my Sunday got even better.

"This is my girlfriend, Devin." Tate pointed from left to right. "Parker, Aaron, Savannah."

Who knows what emotion hit my face. I was smiling—I hope—but inside my heart stopped pumping. My stomach bungeed to my feet. My brain split in half.

"Hey. It's nice to meet you," I told them.

Aaron gave me a silent closed lip smile.

Parker gave me a, "Hey, Devin."

Savannah glossed over my blonde hair before she gave me a fake smile.

I stole a quick peek at Tate as I got my textbook out. He didn't even look like he noticed what he had said. He was straightening out the pages of his notebook and then bent down to get a pencil out of his backpack.

"Devin, you're not in our calculus class, right?" Savannah asked.

"No, I'm going to study for my history test. Y'all have fun with that though."

How was I supposed to study now—continue walking around on the planet—as Tate's girlfriend?

Savannah smiled curtly before she leaned into Aaron. "What did you get for problem two?"

I was pretty sure I saw Aaron smell Savannah's hair. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. This was an interesting dynamic.

Parker shot him a sympathetic look and saved him. "Ten and two thirds."

Tate reached his arm out and curled his fingers at Parker, asking for his paper. "How'd you do that one?"

Parker gave it to him, and Tate slipped his hand around my thigh as he compared it to his own work.

Tate erased something on his paper and whispered to himself, "Won't make that mistake again."

Or was he whispering that to me about his Freudian slip? I watched him correct a line.

Focus, Devin, I told myself. I was going to fail though for sure now.

I drowned them out as they discussed each problem. I managed to read an entire chapter after thirty minutes. A few paragraphs I'd read three and four times because Tate kept playing with my fingers, my thigh, or my knee absentmindedly as they talked amongst themselves.

"I'm going to go print some PowerPoints," I whispered eventually.

He smiled at me when I got up, but when I was standing in front of the printer watching my paper spit out, I looked up to see Tate's panic-stricken face walking toward me slowly.

He pushed me into the aisle next to me and nestled me against a bay in the corner. It wasn't regret in his eyes, it was worry.

"Tate," I giggled. "Calm down."

"Shit," he stressed. "I'm sorry. Is it alright that I called you that? It just came out, and I know we haven't talked about it. I don't want to pressure you into anything or make you feel uncomfortable. It's just how I feel, so if that's too much too soon, I'm sorry. I know I'm too much. All the time. I can't control myself around you. We can—"

"Stop talking," I shushed him, pulling his shirt down to kiss him.

His sudden vulnerability hit me hard. If Tate wasn't careful, I was going to be smothering him with the L-word.

He pressed his weight into me when I deepened the kiss, and the books behind me fell off the shelf into the aisle behind us. The sound snapped Tate from his trance.

"We have to stop," he said into my mouth. "I'll be inside you after another ten seconds, and I wouldn't give two shits that we're in a library." He pulled away from me with a smirk and slipped his hand under my dress to cup my ass. "Your dresses make for too easy of access."

I took a deep breath as he stepped back, trying to douse the fire, and smiled sweetly. "Hey, Boyfriend?"

Tate gave me the most loving expression. "I'll give you whatever you're about to ask me for with that smile."

"Help Aaron out. Savannah doesn't even know he exists."

Tate looked at me like I was crazy. "What?"

"Aaron likes Savannah, and she's too busy looking at you to notice how hot he is. He gets tongue tied every time she talks to him."

Tate kept staring at me like I was nuts.

One of my high school boyfriends was the shyest boy ever. They deserve chances as much as the guys who have everyone's attention when they walk into a room. Sometimes the shy ones can really surprise you.

"It's hard for shy guys." I rolled my eyes. "You haven't noticed?"

I swear nothing would ever get done without women.

"No, I've been too focused on trying to get an A in calculus." Tate narrowed his blue eye at me. "And did you just say Aaron was hot?"

"Yes," I said, folding my lips into my smile and raising one eyebrow playfully. "So you better help him get a girlfriend. Quick."

Tate chuckled. "You don't have to be so demanding, Devin. I would do anything you ask me to."

"I learned from the best."

Tate shook his head and laughed as he turned to walk back to the table, picking up my papers still laying on the printer and playing with something in his pocket.

I sat back down while Tate stood standing with his hands on the back of my chair.

Tate kissed me on the top of the head before he said, "Hey, Aaron?"

Aaron averted his gaze from the side of Savannah's face. "What's up?"

"Will you help me get snacks from the vending machine for everyone?" The way Tate said it made it sound like it almost wasn't a question.

"Sure," Aaron replied, flustered.

Tate didn't have to scare the poor guy.

Parker looked at me with an amused expression when they walked off.

I winked at him. "Calculus is hard, huh?"

"It is," he chuckled, glancing quickly at Savannah. "My girlfriend thinks I'm crazy to be majoring in math. She's an art major."

"What are you majoring in?" Savannah said, cutting me with her eyes and tapping her pencil against her paper.

"Photography," I replied nicely. I looked at Parker and shrugged. "So I side with your girlfriend."

"I side with her too," Parker joked. "Savannah, what're you majoring in again?"

"Business," she sighed and brought her attention back to me. "What do you take pictures of?"

"Everything for school, but my passion is sports photography." I smiled at Parker. "I have a fashion photography project for school this week. I'm supposed to be doing men's shoes. You and Aaron could seriously both be models. You have the jaw, he has the cheekbones. Want to help me out?"

"Funny," Parker quipped. "Everyone already calls us that—The Jaw and The Cheekbones. Aaron gets way more modeling work than I do though. I'm down."

Savannah eyed Parker's jaw. She would be eyeing Aaron's cheekbones when he came back.

Subtly point out how hot he is. Check.

I didn't know enough about either one of them to integrate a common interest, so I'd have to hope Tate could help Aaron out.

They came back a few minutes later with chips and a drink for everyone.

Aaron handed Savannah hers and did this little impressive smirk-smile. He really could be a model. "G—got you your favorite."

She looked up at him, assessing his cheekbones like I knew she would. Sometimes all it takes is realizing another girl thinks a guy is hot. Weird the way our minds work.

"Thanks," she smiled. I could see her cross her legs under the table toward Aaron as her body language shifted toward him. She agreed with me.

Tate gave Parker his before he sat down and opened my bottle for me. I smiled at him, his expression blank, and went back to studying while I tried to block out all of their crunching and discussion on differential equations.

Twenty minutes later Savannah sat forward in her chair, and Aaron used the opportunity to put his arm around the back of it.

I chuckled to myself. That was make or break. When she leaned back and realized he was touching her, her body language would say everything.

It took two more problems before she did it.

"I'm done for today," she huffed, leaning back. "This stuff sucks."

Ten seconds passed, and she stayed with her back against the chair. Aaron was in.

"Me too," Tate said to me. "Let's get some lunch before my team meeting."

"Nice meeting y'all," I smiled.

Everyone packed up, Tate and Parker just a fraction of a second quicker than Aaron, so I tried to match their step and stand with them.

Just as Savannah bent down in her chair to put her stuff in her backpack, Tate told Aaron, "Have fun at that festival, man. I'm jealous. The tickets were sold out within ten minutes."

Savannah popped back up and looked at Aaron with wide eyes. "You got tickets to the SF Music Festival? Lucky."

Then we left them sitting.

Tate grabbed my hand when I tried to glance back and pulled me into him. "Don't look back. He's got it."

Outside on the steps, I called to Parker, "I'll get your number from Tate and text you about the photo shoot."

Parker turned around and laughed. "You were serious? I thought we were wingmanning it back there."

"Yes, I was serious. First rule of wingmanning is don't lie," I replied. "You really are the The Jaw, and Aaron really is The Cheekbones. I want y'all to model for me, and now Aaron owes me so... will you?"

Parker smiled at both of us and put his hat on backwards. "Of course. Can't wait. I've always wanted to model. What else am I supposed to do with this six-foot-five body? I suck at basketball. Later, Tate."

"The Jaw and The Cheekbones?" Tate said curiously as we started down the steps.

"You had to be there."

Tate hummed in amusement. "I knew you were going to casually say something about him being hot. That was almost too easy. First rule of wingmanning is actually being so subtle she doesn't even know it's happening."

"Loved the arm on the chair touch," I laughed.

"I had to confirm she was at least into him. I wasn't going to set him up only to have him fail."

"Where'd he get those tickets? I tried but the website was down and they were sold out within minutes when Alice and I finally got in. Guess it doesn't matter anymore anyway since we'll be out of town."

Tate shrugged. "They were yours. I bought them for you."

"You bought me tickets to SF Fest six months ago?" I asked, wrapping my arms around Tate's waist.

"Yeah, for you and Alice, but since you're coming with us to our tournament, I figured they'd make you happy in a different way. And it's perfect for him. He won't have to talk so much."

"Look at you—so altruistic."

Tate scoffed and put his arm around my shoulders. "I didn't do it for him. I did it for you."

Tate slipped his phone out of his pocket when it dinged and held it up to me.

Thanks, man. Tell Devin I owe her.

"See. You made him happy," he smirked. "And all I like to see is you happy when you make other people happy." Tate slipped his phone back in his pocket and kissed me. "Now lunch, then I have a team meeting, then I have to practice for a bit. But then I'll come over and help you with note cards. You're not failing under my watch."