I always distract my whole class
You can't keep your eyes off the yoga pants clinging to every curve like a second skin, the fabric pulled tight across a body that was never meant to stay focused on anything academic.
You feel the distraction settle deep in your chest, then lower, as your gaze traces the lines of thighs and hips that demand attention without asking for it.
You already know the whole room is holding its breath, pretending to look elsewhere, failing completely — and you understand exactly why no one is taking notes today.



