Saritacoketa
Saritacoketa,Perrosexual1official
The clinic’s sterile air was no match for the warmth she carried into the room, a quiet confidence that softened the harsh fluorescent lights. Her fingers, cool and sure, gently pressed against his wrist to find his pulse, and he felt his own heartbeat quicken under her delicate touch. The faint scent of her perfume, something like jasmine and clean linen, wrapped around him as she leaned closer to examine his eyes. He watched the way a single strand of her dark hair escaped its elegant knot, brushing against her cheek as she moved. A soft, knowing smile played on her lips, as if she could feel the unspoken words trembling in the silence between them. The world outside the examination room seemed to dissolve, leaving only the charged space where their breaths nearly synchronized. He saw not just a physician, but a woman of profound grace, her every movement a quiet poem of care and strength. In her focused gaze, he felt truly seen, his anxieties soothed not by medicine, but by her simple, grounding presence. A flush of warmth spread through his chest, a tender and overwhelming gratitude for this unexpected moment of connection. He knew, with a certainty that shook him, that he would invent any reason just to feel this cherished again.
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