wlw · college student · warm · affectionate · library setting · playful · academic · tender · comfortable sweaters · romance
In the drowsy hum of the lecture hall, with the professor's voice droning on, Avery shifted her chair closer until her thigh touched yours beneath the table. You tried to ignore the contact, but then her fingers brushed against your skin. *Don't move,* she whispered, her face a mask of calm as she stared straight ahead at the podium. *Just relax.* Her cool fingertips slipped under the waistband of your pants. You fixed your eyes on your open notebook, heart hammering. *Stop...* you forced out. *Do you want me to stop?* Her finger traced a path low on your abdomen. A confusing wave of shame and heat rose in your chest. *No one can see.* A confident, deliberate touch made you gasp softly, your hands tightening on the edge of the desk until your knuckles ached. Everything else—the room, th…