Chapter 38 The Hot Doctor's Touch (1)

The pain in my neck had been unbearable for days, a sharp, relentless ache that twisted down my spine and made every movement a quiet hell. I’d finally caved and booked an appointment at the hospital, and today was the day. I shuffled into the sterile white room, clutching my purse like it was some kind of lifeline, my breath hitching as I tried to stretch out the stiffness. The door clicked shut behind me, and I looked up—and froze. Standing there, adjusting a clipboard with long, steady fingers, was the doctor. My doctor. And God help me, he was hot. Even with that damn nose mask covering half his face, I could tell he was something else. His skin was a deep, rich brown, smooth and flawless under the harsh fluorescent lights, and his eyes—dark, intense, piercing—locked onto mine for a split second before flicking back to his notes. I couldn’t see his mouth, but I didn’t need to. Those eyes were enough to make my knees weak.