“Damn it!”, you yelled and threw the book across the table. “This is impossible.” You threw our glasses on the table and rubbed your eyes.
“Darling, what’s wrong?” Peter asked from the kitchen as he made you a snack.
“Rules of Evidence Admissibility is the bane of my existence,” you mumbled close to tears. “Finals are in three weeks and I just can’t wrap my mind around it.”
Peter licked peanut butter from his finger and slid the PB&J sandwich over to you. “Take a break. Eat. Then I’ll show you how I remembered it. We’ll make it a game.” Peter took a bite of his sandwich, a little grape jelly left behind on his lip.
You couldn’t stop staring. All you could think about was licking the jelly off his lip.
“Earth to Y/N.” Peter smirked when he got your attention.
“Yeah. That sounds good,” you responded.
“Okay. This is the flow chart I used,” Peter placed it in front of you. There were bubbles with writing, with intersecting lines from one bubble to another. And it was color coded.
“This is…impressive. You make this yourself?”
“Sure did,” he said proudly and grinned. “Let’s get started with something easy. What are the four types of evidence?”
“Real. Demonstrative. Documentary. Testimonial,” you ticked them off on your fingers as you listed.
“Good. Next one is going to be a little tougher…”
An hour and a half later you had a little better understanding but you were still struggling. “I’m going to fail. I’m never going to graduate. I’ll be in debt for thousands of dollars. And I’ll be living on the street.” You rested your head on your arms.
“Maybe you should have been a drama major. That was a pretty good performance,” he said in a teasing tone.
You narrowed your eyes. “Very funny. Maybe I just need a break.”
Peter ran his hand up your thigh. He leaned over nuzzling your neck. “Perhaps a little…distraction.”
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