She sat next to me, her delicate legs crossed at the knees, and her elbows rested on the wooden arm of the chair, supporting her face cupped in her palms. She was fully engrossed in the lecture our professor was delivering, and all eyes and ears were on her.
I couldn't help but notice her smooth, bare shins, and with the tip of my foot, I took off my black school shoe and lifted off my white socks as I pulled my leg out. My toes crawled against her bare shins, caressing them gently. As soon as my toes touched her skin, she turned around and passed me a stop-doing-this gaze before reverting to her previous position, just before the professor could call her out. I couldn't help but smirk. There was no chance I would stop.
