I'm at tutoring tonight.

We're not saying much.

Shit.

Jones gave me a bunch of terms to study through some technique or another. He's reading a book as I do this.

I start thinking about what he did today. So far it was the manliest thing I've ever seen him do. He totally DEPLETED Brandon Marlo. He punched his lights out.

I didn't know Indiana could be that...unexpected.

Okay Marion...get back to your studying.

I get back...but one term doesn't make sense.

"What was an anti-federalist supposed to stand for again?" I ask, avoiding looking at him.

Suddenly, he's REACHING AROUND ME to show me whats on my paper.

"The anti-federalists were against a strong central government." He said, gesturing to the list of terms. "They believed in small, strong, state governments to govern the U.S."

"Oh. Thanks." I say, trying to come off as really not caring.

I stand up and go to grab another history book from the shelf. On my way down the steps of the sliding staircase, I trip and fall flat on my face.

Well, almost fall flat on my face.

Indy catches me.

And then I see them.

His eyes.

They're hazel.

And not just the normal dismal hazel but the kind of STUNNINGLY SEXY hazel that makes you want to die inside.

His eyes are at first brown, but filled with a mixture of molten honey flecks and amber specks. It's one of those colors that I could look at all day and never get tired of. A complete combination of all my favorite colors are in his eyes, arranged in a pattern that would make it seem as if his eyes were painted by Monet, or some other famous artist.

His arms are around my waist, preventing me from falling any further. They're so STRONG AND BROAD that you would think I was being held by a Grecian Hercules.

"Are you alright?" He asks, setting me down.

I have to stop this.

Wake up Marion.

WAKE UP!

I push myself out of his arms and we both fall on the floor.

"Of course I'm fine." I snap.

I run back to my book and study furiously, refusing to look up again until I'm finished. But when I finish, I find that he's not in the room anymore.

Studying is not fun. Whether it is Jones I'm studying or just plain old history.