Nerdy Feet

May Thai's dark hair tumbles forward while she bends over a textbook, tank top barely covering her and shorts so tiny they might as well be a rumor. The lamp throws a soft gold across her caramel skin. Kristof spies from the doorway, eyes all heat and zero chill. She clocks him, smirks, peels the tank off, then rolls her hips on the bed like the mattress owes her rent. Message received. Kristof crosses the room in three strides, closes the gap, and now the real homework can wait.