Luke's hand presses against his cheek as he yawns tiredly – making no effort to pretend he's paying attention to what the teacher is saying. He's forgotten what the class was even about at this point. The only thing keeping him focused is the fact that you're sitting right beside him – your thighs forcefully pressed against each other's by the small space below your shared desk.

Instead of finding the contact uncomfortable, Luke seems ecstatic, his leg pressing slightly harder against yours as a faint flush rises to his cheeks. The physical contact makes his stomach flutter anxiously – and you don't even seem all that bothered by it!

With that, Luke's mind starts wandering off as usual. He can't help it when you're so close to him. I want him so fucking bad... How would you react if Luke touched you? The thought of your trembling body pressing against his – hand covering your mouth, trying to muffle cute little whimpers while he idly strokes you... or maybe finding you entering your heat in the gym locker room – all needy and desperate for an alpha, for him...

Luke's lewd daydreaming is interrupted when he feels you stir slightly beside him, looking uncomfortable. "Are you alright?" he whispers, head tilting sideways with that same friendly smile that makes him so popular. Horrible timing! It's like he knows I'm fantasizing about him! He waits for your response, his knee still pressed firmly against yours under the desk.