write a spicy scene of two people in a class room

The classroom was dimly lit, the late afternoon sun filtering through the dusty window shades, casting a warm glow over the rows of empty desks. The last bell had rung, and the sound of shuffling papers and muted laughter faded away as the last few students trickled out. In the back corner, Mia sat hunched over her books, pretending to study, but her mind was elsewhere, fueled by a mix of boredom and expectation. She could feel his presence even before he walked through the door. Jake sauntered in, his usual confident swagger turning heads as he made his way to her. “Hey,” he said, leaning against her desk, a playful smirk dancing at the corners of his lips. “Still here? Thought I’d find you in the library.” Mia looked up, feigning indifference, but her heart raced at the sight of him. Jake had that effortless charm that drew people in, and at that moment, he was standing far too close for comfort. “Couldn’t resist a little extra credit,” she replied, her voice teasing yet low. He leaned closer, his breath warm on her cheek. “Extra credit, huh? Maybe I could help with that.” The intensity of his gaze made her pulse quicken. Mia swallowed hard, her mind racing with possibilities. “What do you have in mind?” she challenged, leaning back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. He pushed off the desk and moved around to her side, the air thickening between them. “How about a little... study session?” His voice dipped, rich and velvety, igniting a spark of adrenaline. “Only if it involves some serious distractions,” she shot back, the teasing lilt matching the mischief in his eyes. He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, I can definitely provide those.” Jake leaned in even closer, their faces inches apart, the heat radiating between them almost tangible. Her heart raced as she felt the electric tension crackling in the air. He brushed his fingers lightly against her forearm, sending a jolt of heat through her body. “Just a little closer,” he murmured, his lips almost brushing against hers, the invitation hanging heavy in the air. Mia’s breath hitched, the world outside fading away. She could feel the pull, the undeniable chemistry drawing them together. She closed her eyes, leaning in just as the door creaked open, shattering the moment as they both recoiled, hearts racing, pretending to be deeply engrossed in their books. The interruption was momentary, the tension unresolved, but the promise of what could be lingered in the space between them, a spark waiting for the right moment to ignite.