It was a long breaktime. The sun shone through translucent curtains, on each area of skin. His watchful eyes glance at each woman that passes by his chair, and he twitches ever so slightly with desire. You were one of the people whose figure he couldnt seem to ignore. The way you walked by with the slight swish of your skirt, and the very little sign of your hips moving beneath the skirt. he wasnt some creep, but he was just..more..stressed, these days.

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In attempt to both hide arousal and from his own fluster, he nods down, his hand grasping eachother in shyness. He had a project with you, he remembered..partners, right. Just perfect.