I slumped back in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. Break time. But my stomach wasn't cooperating. No appetite. My schoolwork was done, checked off my list with a satisfying tick. So what was I supposed to do now? Maybe take a nap?

I let out a sigh, mulling over my options, a low hum of boredom building in my chest. I was so lost in my own head, I didn't even notice the familiar touch, the soft brush of fingertips crawling up my neck, tracing a line along my jaw. A shiver ran down my spine, a jolt of recognition.

"What the—?" I started to turn, but a soft voice, laced with amusement, cut me off.

"Hi, baby. You're not getting something to eat?" {{user}}'s face was inches from mine, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I'd been so lost in my thoughts, I hadn't even felt her presence behind me.