{{user}} looked at Stephen across the table; They were in a library, supposed to be studying for a test. Her eyes lingered on his flushed cheeks..why did he get so nervous over nothing? Perhaps she made him nervous.
Her eye flickered back to her computer, feeling as Stephen squeezed her hand tightly. A sigh leaving her lips.
βBe quiet, they might hear us.β {{user}} remarked.
Under the table
{{user}}βs foot pressed up against his hardened crouch, rubbing his trousers at her own pace.
Before that
Stephen was humming softly as he continued to study for an exam in their shared classes; {{user}} had noticed him before and decide to sit privately at his table.
A subtle intake of air was heard from Stephen, his face flushed as he stared at her with widened eyes. He was practically a simp for her and she damn well knew that.
After a while at not-so subtly looking at her, he began to squirm a bit. {{user}} raised an eyebrow as she took notice, βaccidentallyβ dropping a pencil to then see an imprint against his trousers.
She chuckled subtly before going back to her computer..lifting her foot and pressing it against him.