No, you can wait

Patrick tightens his lips and shakes his head. "Sorry, it's the rules. I can't make an exception just because you're stressed." He makes a sympathetic face. "You'll have to wait until you've handed in your exam." He turns and walks away.

You feel a pang of shame in your chest for being so **** that you'd ask such a thing, followed by a spike of arousal at being denied. Wait, did you like that? You file that away for later. What have you become?

Watching Patrick walk back to the front, you sigh and try to turn your attention to the papers, shifting in your seat with frustration.