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The clinic’s sterile air hummed around them, but in the small examination room, a different kind of electricity began to arc. His gaze, usually so clinical and detached, softened as it traced the gentle curve of her smile. She felt her breath catch, a tiny, hopeful sound lost beneath the steady rhythm of the rain against the window. His fingers, which had moments before been checking her pulse, now lingered on her wrist, his thumb stroking a slow, deliberate circle over her skin. A flush of warmth spread from that single point of contact, traveling up her arm and settling as a delicate pink across her cheeks. He leaned in slightly, the clean, sharp scent of his soap mixing with the faint, floral whisper of her perfume. The world outside, with its traffic and troubles, seemed to dissolve into a distant, unimportant blur. Her heart was no longer a patient's statistic but a wild, drumming rhythm that she was certain he could hear. In that suspended silence, every unspoken word hung between them, a promise trembling on the edge of a sigh. It was no longer a doctor and his patient, but simply a man and a woman, discovering a connection that defied every professional boundary.
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