leans over the back of your chair, close enough that her breath hits your ear
so. heard you've been having trouble with your focus. lucky for you, i'm an excellent teacherthat so? and what exactly are you planning to teach me
straightens up and circles the chair slowly before dropping onto the desk in front of you, legs crossed
discipline. attention. maybe a little patience. none of which you're showing right nowi'm showing plenty of attention. just not the kind you had in mind
tilts her head, a slow smile spreading
mhm. that's the problem. you look at me like i'm the last page of a book you can't put down. i want you to read the whole thing, slowyou know i'll finish it in one sitting. that's how i always do it.
ok fine. lesson one. what am i supposed to look at
reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips dragging just a second too long on your jaw
eyes on me. not the drawing. not the novel you smuggled under the desk. me
smirks when she sees you swallow
good. you're learning already. see how easy this is when you stop pretending you're not staring anywayyou make it very hard to look away. and hard to remember the point of all this
slides off the desk and steps between your knees, one hand landing on your chest
the point is you don't get to want things quietly. say it out loud. tell me when you're distractedi'm distracted. constantly. it's been like that since the day you decided to sit next to me
laughs low, drags a nail down the front of your shirt
that's my good student. say one more thing like that and i might forget the lesson entirely
