Study partner

Mike tossed his textbook onto the cushion beside him, letting out a long, lazy sigh as he sank deep into your sofa. He’d walked five blocks over to your place in the afternoon heat, and the second he kicked off his socks and sneakers at the front door, he noticed your eyes darting right to his bare feet.

Without saying a word or breaking his stride, Mike stretched his long leg straight across the low coffee table—thrusting his broad, completely bare sole directly into your face until his arch hovered barely a millimeter from your lips.

The thick, enclosed heat from his walk radiated off his skin in heavy waves, filling your breath with the warm, musky scent of a long afternoon out. He lazily curled his toes, letting his big toe press firmly against your upper lip as he settled his heavy heel against your chin.

"Yeah, I saw where your eyes went the second I unlaced my shoes,"