“What’s this?” I ask, picking up one of the papers in front of me and trying my best not to laugh. “Music appreciation.” He leans back and runs both hands through his mess of shiny waves. In doing so, his hoodie rises just enough to give me a sneaky peek at the dark line of hair trailing down beneath his track pants. This was a really bad idea. “I’ve been writing this stupid paper for four hours, and I still don’t appreciate it.”
