A Letter For His Beloved

It's been weeks since I met Dr. Dizon and he is kind of persistent. He never insists on courting me, but it looks like he is just doing it on his own.

"Let's see your wound if it fully healed outside," he said then carefully opened the buttons of my blouse.

"This is so awkward; do you have to do this?" I asked him, my wound was in the middle of my two breasts.

"If you think that I am taking advantage of you then you should stop thinking like that. I am a professional doctor; I won't do anything that ruins my reputation. Now, look at me," he said.

I slowly lifted my head to meet his eyes. He smiled then kissed my forehead. He always does that; I am used to it.

"Do you trust me like the first time you willingly gave your life into my hands?" he asked seriously.

I bit my lower lip then nodded. "I trust you; I can still feel a little pain, but it is bearable now. Thank you for your continuous care."

He made me lay down on my bed. I don't