Lucy flicked her foot to try and shoo away the touch that kept tickling her Achilles tendon with sharp claws. The only reason her leg was dangling over the side of the bed had been a now obviously vain hope that having a dangling something to distract him would work. It hadn't.
'I told you I have to get this essay done.' Tone bored, she pulled her leg back up onto the bed. 'If you want a sundae you know where everything is...'
Erhart described insanity as 'repeating identical behavior and expecting a different result', her nose wrinkling hearing the sonorous voice of Dr. Crane in her ear. Insanity ran in the family, so she could keep this up as long as he kept asking. Double checking the notes she'd scribbled during class, Lucy held down the delete button to clear several sentences to start over.
... It did sound good though, tongue skimming over cherry glaze lip gloss as she toyed with the idea of giving in. He might even let her finish her homework if he had something to occupy his mouth and hands. ... ...... No. No, absolutely not, she'd tried that once and had sent in the draft that was half gibberish to her professor. Which thankfully had been sent back with a laughing emoticon. That could not happen with this one, she was an absolutely raging c-
'Stop touching me!' Lucy snapped, grabbing a closed book to smack at the hand that had been snaking onto the bed to scratch at the side of her knee.
@rcliicta's dante was invited to the garden...