Three weeks. It's been about three weeks since I've discovered this new level of life being perfect and drifting in utter bliss.

The times I don't have early classes the next day, I stay over at Spencer's. Sometimes when we stay late on campus, he drives me to his apartment and we work on the solution until we can barely keep our eyes open. Fridays I come over myself, each time bringing small but different bouquets of flower with bright and vivid colors to give life to his all-black flat.

We kiss. We make out. And I'd probably be jumping his bones every other hour, if he hadn't warned me he'd kick me out, and force me to work on the solution through videocalls and emails with him if I distract him while working on the proof.

Everything has been perfect except for one thing. This single matter that I'm somewhat taking advantage of him has been eating me away. More than I can count, I've considered telling him the truth. Okay, maybe not all of it, but at least some part of the truth.

But I know he'll leave me instantly if he finds out. And why wouldn't he? Who would want to stay with someone who has deliberately planned everything and has been borderline manipulative, clinging to any sort of resource in order to get what it wants?

I became the top student of his class, regardless of how impossible he made it for me, and no matter the numerous times he pushed me away, I bounced back to him. I even used seduction to achieve my goal.

He'll hate my guts if he finds the depth and true intentions of my actions.

On top of that, if he leaves, the submitting of the solution will become nothing more than just a crazy fantasy.

I can't afford either of them. Living with guilt and the constant reminder of how awful of a person I've been is hard, but losing the solution and Spencer simultaneously it's just impossible. I know I won't be able to live through the second case scenario. So, I have to learn to live with my conscience. Not everyone can always be good, right?

In fact, as we have progressed further on the solution, I'm realizing so many of my initial ideas were wrong. The ones Spencer has been working on for over a week now. All of these matters only add up to the already known fact that without him, this isn't going to be possible.

The level of maths he's using is far beyond the things I know, so for the past week, it has mostly been him doing all the solving while I check to ensure there are no errors in his calculations.

The floor of his bedroom has no space left. Piles of papers are scattered around the wooden floor, while we're sitting on the ground, between them. Turns out the desk is too small for the scale of calculation he's using. Although if we keep on going like this, even the floor of his bedroom will not be enough.

I rewrite a part he has given me to check and from the corner of my eye, I catch Spencer halting slightly leaning backward.

Curiosity gets the best of me and I watch him with intrigue.

His eyes widen and he leans over, rummaging around and finding a few papers and flips through them. I return to the equation only to be distracted by him again as he mumbles something to himself so fast, I can't understand a single word.

He drops the stack of papers on the floor, his index finger skims over the sheet he was writing on a few moments ago and at last, the pen in his left hand slips through his fingers.

"It's done," he says, his voice so soft I don't understand at first.

My gaze jumps from him to the paper under his finger, then back to his face.

He turns to me, eyes shining. "The proof Gracie, it's completed."

I gape at him, his words sink in and I squeal, pushing my paper and textbook aside and throwing my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

He laughs and embraces me, pulling me to his lap. "We did it."

Giddy with exhilaration, I gush, "We really did it!"

Warmth radiates throughout my body. Finally! After so many months, it's done. Reimann hypothesis is proved. Spencer and I fabricated the proof.

My heart races, relief mingles with adrenaline and course in my veins, scattering my thoughts, leaving me with an overload of unchecked emotions.

Spencer's warm body is the only thing anchoring me to reality and I do the only thing my brain is capable of doing in this overwhelmed state.

I press my lips to his, and he's fast to react, molding his lips with mine, kissing me passionately, expressing the whirlwind of emotions he's feeling just like me.

Too good to be true.

I have to remind myself I'm awake and this isn't a dream.

We break the kiss but don't let go of each other.

"We really did it," I murmur against his lips and he grins.

"It's solved," he confirms.

I giggle with elation. "Thank you, Spencer." I peck his lips.

He flashes me a bright smile. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. I never would have gone after this." He runs his hand through my hair, lovingly gazing at me. "We couldn't have done it without each other."

Still in his lap, I shift a little to find a more comfortable spot to be able to face him completely.

"Can we win Fields now?" I ask, resting my hands on his chest.

He keeps one hand on my waist and leans back to the other. "Fields prize?" he questions with surprise.

"Obviously."

His brows draw together and worry slowly ebbs into my system. Please luck, don't run out now.

"I don't know if you can," he hesitantly says.

My smile falters. "Why?"

"Because you're an undergrad... Fields is for mathematicians... I think you must have a PhD to be eligible for the award. So far anyone who has won has had it... I'm not sure, I have to check the requirements."

"You don't know the requirements?" I gasp. "But how can you not know... a-and if there won't be any medal given to this solution... then does it mean there is no prize involved?"

All the hope I've been stacking up during these months cracks and wavers under this new light. I can't believe how fast everything is crashing down.

His mouth hangs open as he stares at me with disbelief. "Don't tell me you don't know."

I frown and tilt my head. "Know what?" My heartbeat steadily rises, and my mouth is suddenly too dry for comfort as my brain blanks out.

He chuckles. "Reimann is a millennial question," he states as if I'm supposed to know what that means.

I quirk an eyebrow at him and inquire, "And?"

"The prize for solving a millennial question is one million dollars, Gracie."

I gawk at him, my mind refusing to grasp his words. It takes way too long for the one million dollars part to sink and fully register in my head.

"You didn't know." He smiles at me, a mixture of amusement and surprise.

"I didn't." The engines in my head slowly begin to turn. "Holy shit," I gasp.

He grins at me. "You're going to get your old lifestyle back," he confirms my thoughts before they even appear in my head.

I giggle with excitement. The dizzying, euphoric happiness makes me act like I'm high.

He kisses my cheek. "I'll submit it under our names... I was thinking of putting your name first." He studies my features.

Tears of joy prick my eyes; the elation causes me to catch his comment with delay. "What?" I ask with a shaky voice.

A warm smile spreads across his face. He cups my cheek and the pad of his thumb brushes over my cheekbone. "Don't cry," he coos, wiping away a single tear falling from my eyes.

I giggle with teary eyes. "Happy tears."

He chuckles and kisses my forehead before locking his glinting dark blue eyes with mine. "I was thinking it'd only be fair to have your name written first. It not only works alphabetically, but it also contributes your role to the solution. You were the one who came up with the idea."

"Oh. I don't know," I mumble, at an utter loss of words. "There isn't any difference though. I want our names to come together, that's it."

"Okay," he whispers against my lips before softly pecking mine, making the butterflies in my stomach erupt into a fountain of fluttering sensation. I splay my fingers over his cheek, holding his face and kissing him harder.

"Are you happy?" he tenderly asks.

I grin. "Ecstatic."

"Good."

Without wasting another second, he locks our lips in a passionate kiss. His one arm is tightly wrapped around my shoulders, beckoning me downwards and leaning over me, pressing me closer to his chest as he deepens the kiss. His other hand freely roams my body.

In his arms, in this perfect moment, I can't help but wonder if I've ever felt true bliss before.

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So... At last! The solution is found.

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