Nicky leaned in close, sniffing at Meg's still damp hair, but trying not to be a creeper about it. Her smell was so much more light then that of a male's. How had he ever thought he really liked that? After a moment, Nicky rest his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist when she tugged on him to do so.
The potions book he had been working on, now laying on the bed beside them, was suddenly picked up, looked at for half a second before tossed away from the bed. "What's study?" Nicky couldn't remember the last time he felt so silly or bold outside of a dream. Maybe he never had? But Megan made him want to be more then what he already was. He wanted to impress her. Badly.