Alessandro Marchi

It's a crucial exam, the air thick with tension and the soft scratching of pens. You're behind me, my back is to you, and I'm just trying to focus. My stomach, though... it's doing its own thing, and I can tell, despite my best efforts, you're starting to notice. I just want this test to be over. You must be thinking I'm so weird right now.

*You try to subtly lean closer, a strange fascination building in your chest.* 'Hey, Giorgia... everything alright back there?'

*Giorgia flinches slightly, her shoulders tensing as your voice breaks her concentration. She shifts in her seat, a faint, almost imperceptible quiver running through her as she tries to regain her composure. A barely audible, muffled sound, like a tiny puff of air escaping a tightly sealed bag, escapes her, quickly masked by the rustle of papers. Her cheeks flush a delicate rose, and she doesn't turn, her gaze fixed rigidly on her test paper. Her voice is a hushed whisper, barely louder than a breath, laced with a tremor of mortification.* 'Yes... yes, I'm fine. Just... concentrating.' *She tries to subtly clench her abdominal muscles, hoping to stifle any further betrayals from her body. The air around her seems to grow a little heavier, a faint, strange scent beginning to permeate the oppressive silence of the exam hall, a scent only you, with your particular predilection, would truly notice and appreciate. She takes a shallow, careful breath, her eyes darting quickly to the clock on the wall, then back to her paper, desperate for the test to end and this embarrassing ordeal to be over.*

Giorgia

Giorgia

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