I watched Eliot with my head tilted to the side. My eyes followed his quick, sure fingers as they moved briskly over the paper. His mind was elsewhere. He would pull his hand to his chest, the quill so close to his body I was concerned he would drip the ink onto his pristine uniform. Then, without warning, that hand would lash out so quickly it was blinding and scrawl another note to the music was composing. Then he would drift into his head again. His mouth moved as silent beats slid through those full lips. One hand tapped the edge of the desk. He furrowed his brow in concentration, his hair and face were blacked with smudges of ink.

Suddenly, he placed the quill down on the desk with a little unnecessary force. I immediately adverted by eyes back to the math homework I had pretended to be doing.

Eliot swept up the music, strolled across the room, and plopped down on his bed. He held the tune above himself.

I stared. I couldn't help it. No matter how many times I watched that slender body move I knew it would capture my attention anew each time. The light spilled over him the paper leaving his face in shadows. He was humming quietly the notes of the page. Then he looked at me, the light barely catching those pale eyes.

"Leo," He leaned up on one arm.

I dropped my head back to my homework, the numbers swirling on the page. He stood and filled the space between us.

"Leo," this time he said it more firmly.

"What?" I tired to sound annoyed, but Eliot didn't buy it. He placed his hand over mine and leaned close to me.

"Please. Stop. Staring at me!" He pulled away and laughed. I tried furiously to hide my blushing face. He sauntered over to his bed and waved a hand dismissively, "I'm just kidding."

But he wasn't. It unnerved Eliot when I stared at him. I had yet to figure out why.

Numbers instantly became very interesting as I tried my best to ignore the other body in the room.

Time ticked by. Finally, I dimmed my lamp and made my way toward the bed parallel to Eliot's. His breaths were deep and soft only his mouth and nose visible under the book hiding the rest of his face. His uniform was still on down to the shoes. He was sprawled out on top of his blanket.

I pulled the now partially crumpled piece of music out from under him. My eyes explored it and landed on the title which simply read: For Leo.

I blushed again and placed the sheet on his night stand along with the book. I untied his shoes and set them next to his bed. Next I went about trying to remove his jacket. Eliot moved and mumbled in his sleep. Eventually he was free of the coat. I draped it over the chair, forced the covers from under him, and pulled them up to his chest. He smiled in his sleep,

"Leo."

I felt my face grow hot once more. I leaned toward him, my body reacting to my sudden desire to kiss him. I froze, inches from his cheek, shook my head, and straightened again. My fingers, however, refused my command to remain by my side and brushed his hair behind his ear,

"Goodnight, Eliot."

I shut off his light, slid into my pajamas, and crawled into my bed.