My Husband Sold Me to His Stepdad’s Clinic - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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My lower lip trembled between my teeth. What now?
Was this really happening?
Doctors didn't... they couldn't possibly need to touch patients like this. Only my husband had ever— The warmth of Vincent's fingers sent electric currents through me, my body responding in ways that made my dress crumple in my fists.
Anticipation burned through me, so intense I swore my cheeks might catch fire. Any second now, surely he would—
Then—nothing.
The world tilted. My pulse roared in my ears.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
It was over? Just like that?
Vincent withdrew, the clinical clink of instruments jarring after... whatever that had been. His voice roughened as he turned away. "We're done, Evelyn. You can... compose yourself."
Air rushed back into my lungs. Sweat prickled my hairline as dizzying relief clashed with something sharper—disappointment? No, that couldn't be.
God above, I'd actually thought he might— My nails bit half-moons into my palms. Stop it. He was a physician. Every touch, every breathless moment had been sterile professionalism. My imagination—my shame—had twisted it into something indecent.
Vincent's shoulders flexed as he organized his tools, the memory of those steady hands on my skin making my breath hitch. For one reckless heartbeat, I'd wanted—
Disgust curdled in my stomach. Evelyn Anderson, have you no decency? If Vincent—if Charles—knew the filthy scenes playing behind my lowered lashes...
His gaze flicked up. I flinched as if he'd stripped me bare with a glance.
Was this really happening?
Doctors didn't... they couldn't possibly need to touch patients like this. Only my husband had ever— The warmth of Vincent's fingers sent electric currents through me, my body responding in ways that made my dress crumple in my fists.
Anticipation burned through me, so intense I swore my cheeks might catch fire. Any second now, surely he would—
Then—nothing.
The world tilted. My pulse roared in my ears.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
It was over? Just like that?
Vincent withdrew, the clinical clink of instruments jarring after... whatever that had been. His voice roughened as he turned away. "We're done, Evelyn. You can... compose yourself."
Air rushed back into my lungs. Sweat prickled my hairline as dizzying relief clashed with something sharper—disappointment? No, that couldn't be.
God above, I'd actually thought he might— My nails bit half-moons into my palms. Stop it. He was a physician. Every touch, every breathless moment had been sterile professionalism. My imagination—my shame—had twisted it into something indecent.
Vincent's shoulders flexed as he organized his tools, the memory of those steady hands on my skin making my breath hitch. For one reckless heartbeat, I'd wanted—
Disgust curdled in my stomach. Evelyn Anderson, have you no decency? If Vincent—if Charles—knew the filthy scenes playing behind my lowered lashes...
His gaze flicked up. I flinched as if he'd stripped me bare with a glance.
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