The nurse walked in just as Dr. Watson excused himself, leaving me on the table trying to remember how to breathe.
“Miss?” she said softly, wheeling over a tray with vials and a needle. She didn’t seem to notice my flushed face or shaky hands or maybe she did and just pretended not to.
I nodded, forcing myself to sit up straighter. She wrapped the elastic band around my arm, her fingers cool against my skin.
“This won’t take long,” she murmured.
I stared at the ceiling as the needle pricked my skin. The sting was nothing compared to the throbbing ache still pulsing low between my thighs. Every movement reminded me of how wet I still was and how I hadn’t been allowed to finish.
“All done,” the nurse said, taping gauze to my arm. “Doctor wants you back tomorrow for the follow-up.”
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