Semua Bab Private Lessons From A Doctor: Bab 1 - Bab 5

MabelEthan’s hands slid around my waist from behind, his touch a familiar anchor. His breath was a slow, warm sigh against the sensitive curve of my neck, carrying the scent of his cologne—the one I’d bought for our anniversary—wrapping around me like a fragile, beautiful memory.My heart ached with the desire to respond, but my body felt suspended, frozen just beyond his reach. When his lips gently lingered along the line of my shoulder, I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax. I tried to conjure the heat, the pulse, the blinding spark that used to make everything else fade. But all I felt was the crushing weight of expectation pressing against my skin, suffocating the last hint of passion.He shifted, a slow impatience entering his movements. His hands tightened, guiding me closer; his breath deepened, a soft, heavy request. “Mabel…” he murmured my name, a hint of anticipation in his voice.I willed myself to match his rhythm, to find some glorious friction in the familiarity of

MabelI sat on the edge of the examination table, the thin paper crinkling beneath me, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their slight tremble. The room was cooler than I'd expected, the air carrying that sharp, clinical scent that always made me feel a little too exposed.Dr. Adrian Cole my last name, what were the odds?—moved with a quiet confidence, his white coat brushing softly against his frame as he prepared for the checkup. His hazel eyes met mine briefly, warm and reassuring, but it did little to ease the knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach."Alright, Mabel," he said, his voice smooth and steady, like a calm anchor in my storm of nerves. "We'll start with some basic questions, then a quick physical exam if you're comfortable. Remember, you can stop at any time."I nodded, swallowing hard. Ethan's cruel words still echoed in my head—"Mother Virgin," he'd called me, like I was some broken relic. Coming here felt like admitting defeat, like confirming I was flawed in

MabelThe flyer stared back at me from my nightstand, its edges slightly curled from where I'd folded and unfolded it a dozen times. Dr. Adrian Cole's name leaped out, bold and unignorable, stirring that confusing mix of hope and nerves I'd felt in his office.Last night's failed attempt at self-touch had left me more frustrated than ever—desperate for answers, for some way to reclaim the parts of myself Ethan had mocked. My fingers hovered over my phone, heart pounding as I dialed the number printed at the bottom. What was I doing? This was crazy, impulsive, but the ache inside me wouldn't let go.The line rang twice before his voice answered—smooth, professional, with that underlying warmth that made my stomach flutter. "Dr. Cole's office, this is Adrian speaking.""Hi, um, it's Mabel. Mabel Cole. From yesterday?" My voice came out higher than intended, laced with embarrassment. I paced the room, twisting the hem of my shirt."Mabel, of course. How are you feeling today?" There was