Eventually, Noel stretched out of Luca's hold, sitting up as sunlight streamed lazily across the floor.
He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed.
"We've got that interview tomorrow," he said, glancing back at Luca with a raised brow. "We should at least test our brains a little."
Luca groaned like he'd just been asked to lift a mountain. He flopped face-first into the pillow. "I'd rather nap with you forever."
Noel chuckled, tugging lightly at the back of Luca's shirt. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm romantic," Luca mumbled into the sheets.
"Delusional," Noel said, already reaching for his notebook.
"Let's see if that 'genius' brain can survive a mock panel."
Luca peeked one eye open. "But if I do, maybe they'll think I'm mysterious. Brooding."
"Or they'll just think you're unprepared," Noel shot back, tossing him a pen.
It bounced off Luca's shoulder. He sighed dramatically and rolled onto his back. "Fine. But only because you make studying look kinda hot."
