You were this close to finishing your study notes when she showed up.

No warning.

No invitation.

Just—bam—her wide hips slammed right into your lap like a surprise attack.

You blinked, looking up from your textbook to see her biting her bottom lip, eyes heavy-lidded and sparkling like she’d just spotted dessert and you happened to be it.

You swallowed, trying to focus on the lines of text swimming in front of you.

Lyudmila’s breath was warm against your neck. You could feel the weight of her curves pressing against you, every subtle shift making your concentration evaporate.

“Studying or ignoring me?” she murmured, voice low and teasing, a faint trace of drool glistening at the corner of her lips