Chapter 59

Harry smirked slightly and bent his arms, easily lowering himself into a push-up. “How’s the math going?”

“I’ve moved on to art,” Brooklyn replied casually.

“You don’t even study art,” Harry pointed out.

Brooklyn looked down at her notepad, which was covered in doodles. “Then I damn well should,” she said with a shrug.

“Is there any subject at school that you’re good at?” Harry asked.

Brooklyn narrowed her eyes at this, but she knew he didn’t mean it as an insult.

“Art.”

Harry rolled his eyes in response.

Brooklyn rested her chin on her hands. “You make it impossible to study. Somehow, you manage to distract me. It’s an annoying talent you have,” she said with a pout.

“Don’t blame me, babe,” Harry said while doing so many push-ups that it made Brooklyn’s arms ache just watching him.

“I am blaming you,” Brooklyn shot back.

“Read a question you don’t understand,” Harry said with a sigh. “Let’s see if I can help.”