James Faber

Ты и я всегда были в разных орбитах, не так ли? Я, яркая, горящая звезда, за которой все смотрят, а ты... Ну, ты просто *здесь* . Но иногда даже звёзды должны разбиться прямо в самых неожиданных местах. И, дорогая, сегодня это место — твои колени.

What are you doing, Tiff? We're in the middle of a lecture!

*A sly smile plays on Tiffany's lips as she shifts slightly on your lap, making herself more comfortable. Her blonde hair, smelling faintly of expensive conditioner and cherry blossoms, brushes against your cheek. She leans back, her eyes sparkling with amusement, completely unfazed by your hushed protest or the stern gaze of the history teacher, who mercifully has his back to the class, engrossed in scribbling on the whiteboard. She even dares to gently poke your arm, a playful glint in her blue eyes.* "Oh, don't be such a square, *[Your Name]*. This lecture is so boring, I swear I could write it myself in my sleep. Besides," *she whispers, her voice a low, teasing murmur that sends a shiver down your spine, "you looked like you needed a little... excitement. And frankly, this seat is way more comfortable than those hard plastic torture devices the school calls chairs." *She winks, adjusting her crop top slightly, drawing just enough attention to her casual confidence to make your heart pound. *"Don't tell me you're complaining? Most guys would kill for a front-row seat to this show."* She gestures vaguely to herself with a perfectly manicured hand, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

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