Accidentally sent this to my tutor>.<

You can't stop staring at this Asian beauty, the kind of accidental message that makes your phone feel like a live wire in your hand.

You imagine the tutor's screen lighting up, the sharp intake of breath, the sudden inability to focus on anything academic ever again. You feel the pull of something forbidden radiating off every curve, every deliberately careless angle of the shot.

You know exactly why this wasn't meant for you — and yet here you are, unable to look away, pulse quickening, fingers hovering, wanting nothing more than to send something back.