"Pay attention to me." I gasped out, soft and needy as I grasped his knee.
"I am." Caesar insisted, though his eyes never strayed away from his phone. I wanted to push his phone away and fully sit myself on his lap, but I knew he was actually studying for an exam he had tomorrow.
This didn't stop me from begging though.
"No, more." My head shook before I was grasping his hand that was resting on my bare hip. "Touch me."
"I am."
"No." I shook my head again, soft whine in my tone. He doesn't understand. He let out a soft, questioning hum and tilted his head up, just the slightest, barely enough to show me he was listening. "Please."
I faintly saw him scroll onto a new page of detailed notes. "What's got you so upset, hm?"
"I want you to touch me."
"Oh?" He drawled lowly, taking a sma
