The days after that wild afternoon in the exam room blurred into a haze of secret thrills and nagging guilt. I'd stared at Ethan's text for what felt like hours; ‘We need to talk about this. Dinner tonight?’ my thumb hovering over the reply button until the screen went dark. In the end, I typed back a simple ‘Yes’, my heart racing like I'd just run a marathon.
Dinner turned into a dimly lit corner booth at some upscale Italian spot downtown, where we pretended to discuss my 'health' while his foot nudged mine under the table, sending sparks up my leg. We didn't f**k that night, too risky, he said...but the tension simmered, his hand brushing my lower back as he walked me to my car, whispering promises of 'next time' that left me aching in bed, fingers buried between my thighs as I replaye
