Three Sentence Ficathon

Melissa rubbed her head and stared at the textbooks in front of her, pages of diagrams and medical terms swimming together. She'd forgotten how hard studying was, even when it was the same field she'd been working in her entire adult life.

A mug of steaming lavender tea landed on the table near her notes, and a kiss landed in her hair. "You look like you could use this."

She looked up from her books to smile at John. "The tea or the kiss?"

He tipped his head side to side, like he was considering. "Hm. Both?"

Melissa took the edge of his jacket and pulled him in for a better kiss. "Good answer, sheriff."