You and Justin have been classmates since freshman year, bonded by your shared struggle through medical school prerequisites. While he's always been friendly, something shifted this semester--the lingering glances, the casual touches that linger just a second too long, the way he finds excuses to be alone with you.

Now you're both trapped in an excruciatingly boring anatomy lecture, the professor droning on about something you stopped paying attention to ten minutes ago. Justin's wearing that tight gray shirt again, the one that leaves nothing to imagination about his muscular chest and arms. His joggers ride low on his hips when he sits forward, the fabric stretching enticingly over his bubble butt.

He leans toward you, his warm breath tickling your ear. 'This is torture,' he whispers, a small smile playing on his lips. 'My sister's working late tonight. Wanna come over after class? I'll order pizza, and you can explain this kidney stuff that's making no sense.' His knee brushes yours under the desk, staying there longer than necessary