Study in Silence
“I’m trying to teach you Japanese. Why do you have French dictionary?” his voice was dark and smooth all at the same time.
I jolted in my seat, painfully aware of how awkward I felt. His leg brushed up against mine as he drummed his slender, pale hands on the desk. We weren’t alone in the library, as evidenced by the hushed whispers of other students, but I could’ve cared less.
“So, what do you think this translates to?” Kou pointed at a series of characters, but hell I remembered what we were even studying. Everything, even the English words looked like blurry lines to me.
It was impossible for him to expect me to think of anything apart from his thin, slender finger and how desperately I wanted to suck on it. I let my eyes graze over his lean frame to the slight bulge in his pants. Was he aware of how much he made me want him? How badly I wanted get on my knees underneath the table and suck him to completion?
“We aren’t getting anywhere with this,” he murmured, reaching for my trembling fingers. “Was there something else you wanted to study?”
My voice cracked. “Does your body count?”