Alex moved through the quiet administrative wing, the heavy silence of the corridor a stark contrast to the buzzing energy he had left behind in the quad.
He reached Tisha's door and, without a momentary pause or a polite knock, pushed his way inside.
Tisha was buried in a mountain of faculty paperwork, her thick frames perched on the bridge of her nose as she scrawled notes onto a ledger.
In the soft light of the office, she looked remarkably cute, her brow furrowed in a rare display of pure, academic focus.
Alex stepped behind her, his shadow falling over her desk before he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
"Ahh!"
She startled, a small gasp escaping her lips, but the tension vanished instantly as she felt his familiar heat.
She leaned back into him, her head resting against his shoulder as her body instinctively recognized his touch.
