Based on an ONC prompt:
“If you do that again, I’ll throw you out the damn window myself,” Luan snapped, grabbing my wrist.
“My, my, Professor,” I said, “what language.”
Luan's eyes darkened when I pressed my breasts to his chest, peering down at the cobblestone over his shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing, Isobel?”
My lips brushed against his ear as I whispered, “Checking how high the drop is to see if it’s worth it.”
He wet his lower lip. “Is it?”
I concealed a victorious smile, hand gliding down his chest as I stepped back. “You tell me.”
I shoved him out the window.