In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long, wavy chestnut hair splayed across the pillow. She was a vision of beauty, even in her vulnerable state. Her small, perky breasts were bare, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as the cool air of the hospital met her bare skin.
Isabella had been in the hospital for a few days now, recovering from a minor surgery. She was alone, her family and friends unable to visit her due to the current global situation. She felt a pang of loneliness, but she knew she couldn’t let it consume her.
As she lay in her bed, she heard a soft knock on the door. She turned her head to see a man standing in the doorway, his dark hair and piercing blue eyes making her heart race. He was the doctor who had performed her surgery, and she had felt a spark between them the moment they had met.
“May I come in?” he asked, his voice deep and gentle.
