Chapter Title: Can't Take My Eyes Off of You (Jared and Kim)

Song by: The Four Seasons

Summary: Even the most confident person in the world can doubt themselves sometimes. These are the times when they need someone to hold them up. Set during Love.

AN: This is one of my favorite songs. While I love Heath Ledger's version from Ten Things I Hate About You, my favorite version of this song is from the musical Jersey Boys. I recommend that you listen to it.

Jared Martin was a good guy, a nice guy. He was funny, he was a good listener. All of these were all good traits. People told him all the time that he was reliable. That wasn't a bad thing to be. He wasn't the type of person who had confidence issues.

Kim saw him for who he really was. He had never been able to hide anything from her. She knew that his fears reared a black cloud over their relationship from time to time.

Jared came home from class tired and weary. Being a college professor wasn't an easy job. Teaching teenagers and twenty something's who thought that they knew everything was starting to grate at his nerves.

He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and twisted the top off. He tossed it in the trash and threw his arms up in victory when it went in. He went into the living room and rifled through his bag until he found the thesis' that he needed to grade. That would keep him occupied until Kim came home.

Kim came home to find Jared asleep on the couch with a red pen in his hand that was hanging off the couch. His glasses were still in place and his chin was touching his chest.

She pulled his glasses off and in the process woke him up.

"Sorry," she said.

"It's okay. I shouldn't have fallen asleep."

"Why did you?"

"The thesis I was reading put me to sleep."

"That good huh?" she asked.

"It's from a kid who's only in college so his parents can waste money."

"I'd talk to the parents. Can you do that when they're in college?"

"Sadly no, but I can put him on the Dean's list."

"You bad ass," she said with a smile.

He smiled as she leaned down. She brushed her lips to his. She pulled away as she sat on the edge of the couch.

"I just wish that my students put in half the effort that I do. I feel like I'm wasting my time."

"What happened to 'If I could reach one student, then I've made a difference'?"

"I'm not getting through to any of them."

"So try a different approach."

"If you were one of my students, would you pay attention?"

"Hell no," she scoffed.

"Why?"

"Because you're hot, I wouldn't be able to concentrate because I would have hot, steamy fantasies about you."

"I'd make you stay after class. We could have some one on one time."

"Promise?" she asked with a sly smile.

"This is what I get for dating a Grad student at the college I teach at," he said.

"Lucky for us you aren't my professor. You could get fired."

He sat up, pulling her with him. She got situated in his lap before resting her head on his shoulder. This was what made him get up every morning, his moments with her when no one could bother them. The brief looks, the stolen kisses on campus helped him get through his day.

He thanked God that she was open minded and accepted him for who he was when they first gotten together. After eight years together she never ceased to amaze him.

AN2: Short, sweet, direct, and to the point. Let me know what you think.