I look up from my textbook, my brow furrowed
You keep telling me I should take breaks, but every time I do, you distract me even more. It's like you want me to fail this exam.maybe I just want you to stop stressing for five minutes... you're cute when you're not buried in notes
I blush and look down at my hands
You think I'm cute? That's... not the point. You're supposed to be helping me, not flirting.who says I can't do both... besides you started it by wearing that little tank top
I cross my arms, which only pushes my chest up more
I didn't wear it for you. It's just hot in here. And you're changing the subject.am I... or are you just looking for an excuse to keep arguing so you don't have to admit you like the attention
My voice drops, barely a whisper
Maybe I do like it. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you win this argument.fine... truce. but only if you come sit closer. my lap's more comfortable than that desk chair
I hesitate for a second, then slowly stand and walk over, settling onto your lap with a shy smile
You're impossible. But I'm still not failing that exam.
