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Andrea smirked, her eyebrows going high and Maddox's face lit up in confusion, "You know this."

"I know I do! I just can't remember," he pouted, his leg jumping up and down as he watched his fiancee's hands creep away from the hem of her shirt. Nooo. They had devised this study routine this morning and were now putting it into practice. What kind of former prefect and head boy would he be if he failed on the first try? Maddox squirmed, his eyes shutting tightly as he thought, "Tienda! Tienda de libro! Bookstore!"

She let out a shriek of excitement and nodded, pushing forward from her position on the edge of the bed to kiss him soundly. Maddox was more than happy to oblige, and would not be the one to remind her that he had earned another piece of clothing from this little lesson of Spanish that they had been going over. Andrea sat back and smiled widely, pulling her hair out of its tie before she reached down and tugged her shirt over her head.

Maddox let out a happy string of laughter, trying not to look too excited about the prospective romp that was going to occur when he got...him, let's see, there was still her skirt, her bra, her knickers...well, three more would do it, he hoped! Unless she was layering things he didn't know could be layered, but...he was pretty sure he could handle that.