"Who are you texting, candy?" Ryker was drying his gold hair with a towel as he approached Mylo in the living room.
"Zeke," Mylo answers vibrantly, typing with fast fingers on his phone, "We have math on Monday. We were thinking of studying together tomorrow night."
Ryker settles on the cushion in the floor with his mate, folding his legs under the table as he lets his eyes glaze over the notebooks, note pads, textbooks, and an open pink pencil case.
He pats the back of Mylo's head gently, "You are so hardworking, aren't you?"
"Don't praise me," Mylo leans into the Alpha's touch, a bright smile on his face, "I have never failed in my examination before," He uttered proudly, "I am almost used to having straight A's and I don't want to lose that now, especially since it's my first year."
"You won't lose it, not when you are this smart. Royce and I hate studying but I'm almost the best at it."
