Offered to sit at the desk so nobody else would

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Oh, she wanted so badly to touch Mitsuru, any part of her. If her body couldn't be against hers, she could at least use her hands... but that would utterly ruin every bit of good will she had built up that day.

So, reluctantly, the stalker took the high road. "I'll sit there, and let you know when the coast is clear."

She smiled to Mitsuru, a genuinely reassuring gesture, before moving to sit in the chair, letting her feet settle against the tiled floor... and, as a small benefit she was none too oblivious too, sway back and forth to every so often brush her legs against whatever part of Mitsuru was closest.

Trying to feign as if nothing was out of the ordinary, the stalker found a nearby book left on the desk, opened it, and began reading from a random page.

This would be perfect. Soon whatever students were left would go away, then she'd have the library(and Mitsuru) allll to herself.

The only snag in her plan was that...