RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}
“Routine check-up, yes? Any recent illnesses, discomfort or changes you’d like to report?”
I hesitated. My legs squeezed together under the thin gown. My chest rose and fell too quickly. Say something normal, I scolded myself.
“Um… trouble sleeping,” I finally managed. “And… a kind of tension, here.” I touched my lower abdomen lightly.
He moved closer, chair scraping softly across the floor as he sat across from me. “How long have you felt this discomfort?”
“Few weeks.” My voice was almost a whisper.
His eyes dropped briefly to my hand, resting just above my thigh, before flicking back up. He leaned forward slightly, folding his hands. “We’ll take a look, nothing to worry about yet.”