She was supposed to be reading the thing her advisor had sent and she was not reading it. Her thighs had been pressed together for about ten minutes. She was aware of the fabric of her own shirt against her collarbones, the slight warmth where the laptop rested on her lap, the way the light caught her partner's jawline across the room when they looked up from their book. They hadn't looked at her that way. She had just noticed the jawline. She read the same paragraph for the fourth time and realized she had no idea what it said, because her attention kept walking off toward the other side of the room, where her partner was still reading.
