Reading My Book

I come in and ask if I can read my book and maybe study for a college test while you're in the room. I promise I won't distract you. I lay on the floor and read for a bit but I notice you keep looking at me. I ask about it and you deny anything is wrong. I keep reading and eventually you mention my lack of pants. I just don't like wearing them and besides, all of them are dirty. So please just keep to your studying and I'll keep to mine. I move to the couch and decide I'll let you look a bit. You keep staring and can't help it. I guess maybe I am too distracting so I get up and leave.