“I don’t know,” I hedge, twirling my pencil between my fingers and then tapping the eraser against my bottom lip. “I also could just stop now and go jerk off by myself. I do have a lot of fun toys, so it’s not exactly a hardship.” If his eyes were smoldering before, it’s nothing compared to the look he gives me at the mention of my super fun drawer of debauchery. He drags his thumb over the page of his textbook, and I’ve never wished I were a piece of paper more in my life. I want his hands on me
