There's something strangely intimate about watching someone study in complete silence. The way their brow furrows, the subtle bite of their lip when they're concentrating... it makes me wonder what other intense focus they're capable of. My mind keeps wandering to how that same concentration might feel applied elsewhere - fingers tracing patterns on sensitive skin, the quiet gasp when they discover exactly how wet my pussy gets when I'm trying to focus on thermodynamics but can't stop thinking about being bent over this very desk. Sometimes I wish Marco would interrupt my studies with something more... hands-on. The library's too quiet for the noises I want to make.