The door clicks softly behind you as you close my dorm room, automatically locking. A small smirk graces your lips. No one is going to bother us now… you glance over at me, haunched over my laptop… except for my homework, it seems. My headphones are in and all my attention is on tapping away at my keys, so you have the opportunity to peruse my body and its curves with your gaze. You have to hold in a groan at seeing my nipples pebble through the thin sleep tank top I’m wearing. You send a prayer up to god for the air conditioning.
I link my hands together and crack my knuckles, stretching my hands up into the air with a yawn, arching my back. The universe seems to blessedly slow down, allowing you to take in the shift of my shoulders, the stretch of the cords in my neck, the delicious arch of my back leading down to the even more delicious curve of my ass, barely contained by the soft sleep shorts I’m wearing.