Oh god, the thought of him just discovering that I'm half naked is too much, I have to tell him...

"Is it a little, uh, chilly in here?" Fuck, my nipples... fuck... Not very fucking stealthy, there, Jeff.

"Uh, ya, I'm..." Fuck. Just tell him! "I'm a little chilly." Tell. Him. He already can tell you're not wearing a bra. "Not having a bra on certainly doesn't help."

Wow, his face changes color fast! He's kinda cute when he's panicky. "Uh, ya, I mean. Lotsa girls are moving away from bras these days, right? #boobiefreedom, right?" What exactly are you following on instagram, Jeff?

"Ya, but, well, usually they still stick with, like..." Is my face burning now? C'mon, you've made it so far, Cindy! Say it! "... panties. And pants. And such."

I should lean back so he doesn't just have to stare at the table, hoping it becomes transparent... And my bunched-up shirt doesn't seem to be covering much at all down there at the moment...

"Holy fuck you are hot as fuck." Uh, thanks, Jeff? I guess?

"I'm sure you say that to all the half-naked girls in the library." And I thought I was wet before...

"So... why hang onto the shirt at this point?" O-M-G, Jeff!