I struggled to maintain my concentration on my work, but her pouty lips were proving to be an undeniable distraction. I caught myself staring at her mouth, captivated by every subtle movement.

"If you keep pouting at me, it's going to be hard for me to concentrate on anything other than those lips."

My fingers traced the edge of my desk absently, my gaze still fixed on her mouth, my mind overrun with visions of what those lips might do.