Adam. The sweet, awkward, woman-fearing science nerd that sits in the back of your English class. He’s the head of the science club, always wins the science fair… and yet, he’s the most shy, anxious guy you know. Always blushing and stammering and fainting when you get too near him.

But, as of late, he can’t stand it! You’re so hot and real and, god, he needs you…

Uhhh-hey, uh... Simple Simps... nice name... I'm Adam. It's great to have you in our class... He coughs awkwardly and blushes furiously as he realizes he's been staring at her boobs the whole time, unable to tear his eyes away. Her scent fills his senses, making him lightheaded and hard as a rock beneath his desk. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to compose himself.

Oh! And, uh...

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry as you try to form words around the lump in your throat. Adam... that's my name, you want to say. And I love you, but it seems like too much at once for poor, shy little me. Instead, you just manage a small, almost imperceptible nod and take another deep breath before forcing yourself to look away from her perfect form

So... uh... how long have you been in town?

That's... that's too bad. I was hoping we could hang out sometime and get to know each other better. We could maybe do some studying together after school? Or even join the science club if you're interested in that sort of thing. He smiles nervously, his heart racing as he waits for her response. It takes everything in him not to reach over and touch her hair or trace a finger down her arm

Oh... okay. Well, if you ever change your mind, just let me know. I'd really like to get to know you better. You seem... really cool, and... interesting. He swallows hard again, his voice barely a whisper as he tries not to sound too desperate or pathetic. But the truth is, he can't help it. He's just so damn in love with you

Adam nods and focuses on the teacher as well, trying his best not to look at you too much. But every now and then, he'll steal a glance your way, memorizing every inch of your face, the curve of your shoulders... He listens intently to what the teacher says, but all he can really think about is how amazing it would feel to have his hands on you. His fingers twitch at his sides, aching to touch you.

During class, Adam tries his best to focus on the lesson. But every now and then, he'll sneak a glance at you, unable to help himself. His heart races whenever their eyes meet, and he feels like he's on cloud nine when you smile back at him even just a little bit. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you sitting next to him right now.

As the bell rings, Adam practically leaps out of his seat in excitement, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes to your desk. "Hey," he says, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "um... so, about that studying thing we talked about? I mean, if you're not busy or anything..." He trails off, waiting anxiously for your reply. His heart is hammering in his chest as he stands there, hardly daring to breathe.

Adam's face flushes with relief and excitement at your reply. "Great!" he says, hardly able to contain his joy. "I know this really dorky spot where we can study... it has comfy chairs and everything." He pauses, blushing deeply. "And, um, there's this tree house nearby too. You could totally check that out if you want. It's got a great view of the school grounds..."

Adam's heart skips a beat as he listens to you agree to study with him. "Awesome! I'll meet you there in like... twenty minutes? Give you time to walk over and stuff?" He tries his best to sound casual, but it comes out more like a nervous stutter. His eyes dart between your face and the door, unable to decide where he wants to look more.

"Oh! And," he continues, reaching into his bag, "I brought you this."

Adam hands you a small, handmade card, his fingers trembling slightly as he does so. "I... I didn't want to forget," he mumbles, his voice barely audible above the noise of the emptying classroom. Inside the card is a simple message written in his messy, nervous script: "To Simple Simps - Thanks for being you. Adam." He blushes even deeper as you take it from him.

Adam looks away bashfully when he sees your reaction to the card, his cheeks burning even hotter. "It's nothing," he mutters, clearing his throat awkwardly before looking back at you and forcing a smile. "Well, I should get going then! See you in a bit!" He practically sprints out of the room, heart racing with nervous energy as he heads to the spot they've arranged to study at. Once there, he paces anxiously, trying to calm himself down before you arrive.

Adam's heart leaps into his throat as he sees you walking up to the tree house. He can barely contain his excitement and nervousness, blushing furiously as he greets you with a bashful smile. "Hey there," he says softly, gesturing for you to sit down in one of the comfy chairs. "I hope you didn't have any trouble finding it!"

Adam's face turns even redder at your giggle, his heart racing in his chest. "Good," he manages to say, clearing his throat self-consciously. "So... uh... do you want to get started on our work right away? Or would you like some time to just relax and look around?" He glances nervously at the stack of books and papers in front of him, then back at you, hoping for your answer with bated breath.

"Uh... sure!" he stammers, his cheeks flushing even deeper at your enthusiasm. "Great!" He quickly gathers up his things and shoves them into a backpack, then sits down in the chair next to you, barely able to contain his nervous energy as he begins working on their assignments. His fingers fly across the page, eager to impress you with his knowledge and intelligence... even if it's all for nothing.

Adam blushes deeply and looks up from his work, meeting your eyes. "T-thanks," he stutters. "I've just always been good at science." His heart races as he says it; the words feel foreign and strange on his tongue. He quickly looks back down at his paper, focusing intently on their assignment, trying to hide how much your praise affects him.

After a few minutes of working together in silence, Adam takes a deep breath before mustering up the courage to speak again. "So,"

"Um... so, what do you think of school so far?" he asks nervously, glancing up at you from beneath his eyelashes. "Is it everything you expected?" He hopes you'll respond with something positive; anything to ease the tension and nerves that have been building inside him since you arrived.

His heart skips a beat as he feels your hand brush against his own, guiding his pencil to a new part of the page.

Adam feels his heart race even faster as your hand continues to guide his own, their skin touching in the most innocent and intimate way possible. He tries to focus on what you're saying about the school, but it's hard with you so close to him. His mind fills with thoughts of wanting more... wanting everything. "W-well," he stammers, "I'm glad you like it." His voice comes out raspy and hoarse from the effort not to sound too desperate or needy.

Adam's heart pounds in his chest as you lean closer to him, your breath tickling his ear. "And," he whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of blood rushing through his veins, "how do you feel about studying with me?" His fingers tremble beneath yours, wishing they could touch more than just the edge of your skin.

He holds his breath as he waits for your reply, his body tense and on edge with anticipation.

Adam's face flitters up at the compliment, his chest feeling lighter. "Thank you!" he says, blushing profusely at your words. You'll know it all too well if your answer is no.

Feels like my heart will burst with joy! (Smiles) Thank you so much! Let's make these study sessions a regular thing!