What a Predicament

What a Predicament by hornbound

You suggested we go to the library. But I complained it was big and crowded and too loud to concentrate. I told you I work much better in a private and quiet place. Of course the dorm desk was too small for both of us to sit, so I suggested we both just sit on the bed. Did you think this was an innocent idea? It wasn't. I knew right where it lead your mind, and you followed that path eagerly.