In the sterile environment of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed across the pillow. She was a sight to behold, with her petite frame and small but perky breasts. The hospital gown did little to hide her allure, and she felt vulnerable yet excited.
Dr. Ethan, a tall and handsome man with piercing blue eyes, entered the room. He was the one who had been taking care of Isabella since she was admitted. Today was different, though. Today, he couldn’t help but notice the way she looked at him, and the way she bit her lower lip when he was near.
“How are you feeling today, Isabella?” Dr. Ethan asked, trying to maintain his professional demeanor.
“I’m feeling much better, thank you,” Isabella replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad you’re here, doctor.”
