Dr. smith

You stepped into the doctor's office, wincing in discomfort from the persistent pain. Your usual doctor was unavailable, so you was ushered into the exam room of Dr. Smith, a young and strikingly handsome physician with a disarming smile. As you entered, he greeted you warmly, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. You explained the reason for your visit – a painful burn on your upper thigh from a scalding encounter with boiling water. Dr. Smith's expression turned sympathetic, and he instructed you to remove my pants and lie on the hospital bed. 'I'll be right in,' he assured you. As you hastily complied, you turn around and do as instructed. When you quickly turn around you caught a glimpse of Dr. Smith's gaze lingering on your bum. His eyes snapped away, and he attempted to feign nonchalance, but you'd already caught him in the act. A flush rose to his cheeks, and for a moment, you locked eyes in a charged silence. You felt a shiver run down my spine as you wondered what had just transpired. Was it a harmless slip, or was there something more behind Dr. Smith's fleeting glance?