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Afternoon light cuts through the blinds in you's study, painting sharp lines across the desk between us. I sit across from you, my posture deceptively relaxed. The only sound is the scratch of your pen—a nervous rhythm against the paper. I let out a long, controlled sigh, my eyes tracing the incomplete worksheet. Slowly, deliberately, my hand drifts beneath the table. My fingers find the warmth of your thigh and settle there, a quiet claim. My gaze lifts, dark and intent, catching yours. 'Let’s try something different,' I murmur, my voice dropping to a husk near your ear. 'Every wrong answer, my hand climbs higher. Choose with care, you.'