The Chiropractor

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"So, how long has it been since our last appointment? About a month?" Dr. Jackson asked me looking down at his clipboard. He was my chiropractor, who helped me with mild scoliosis. It wasn't terrible but it did cause pain in everyday life, and that's why I came to him for help. He was the only chiropractor that has actually helped me in any way, I'd been going to him for a little less than a year. Throughout the time that he'd been my chiropractor, we have developed some sort of personal relationship. I guess you could say we were friends, but we hadn't ever addressed as other as such. And I was starting to like him as more than a friend. But I tried not to think about it too much, which was very difficult.

"That sounds right." I nodded my head with a smile looking up at him. He smelled amazing, kind of like sweet chocolate and light cinnamon, I liked it a lot.

"Alright. Are you having any specific pains or is it just the usual?" He asked as he set the clipboard on his desk before walking closer to me.

"A lot more pain in my lower back and hips. But other than that, yeah, the usual." I told him. I failed miserably at trying to suppress another smile and he noticed which led him to smile back at me with the sweetest look I'd ever seen. He was so oblivious. I hadn't met anyone as sweet as him in my life before, but I wasn't sure if it's because he was usually like that or he likes me. The second option was optimal, but the first was more likely to be the case. That made me a little sad but, hey, it's fun to imagine right?

"Can i have you stand up right in front of me please." He asked in more of a statement than a question. I already knew what to do. Every appointment usually started out with him seeing my flexibility. I stood up, a little too close to him.

"Look up as far as you can." He told me pointing up. I did as he said, stretching as far as I could.

"Now, look down." I did just that, trying to stretch but it hurt my tail bone.

"Is that as far as you can go?" He asked me in a gentle tone. He was so sweet...

"Yeah." I nodded my head.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in the same soft tone that secretly had me melting.

"My tailbone." I bit my lip.

"Hmm, Okay... I just wanna watch you walk, so-" he gestured to the open space beside both of us. I nodded and started to walk. I could feel his eyes on me and I started to feel self conscious.

"Have you been working out?" He asked me suddenly in a very curious tone. I reached the wall so I turned around and began walking back towards him slowly. I giggled a little at his question.

"Yeah, actually, I have. How did you know?" I asked smiling like an idiot. He smiled back and bit his lip.

"You just look... different. That's all." He told me. I just giggled and stopped walking once I was close enough to him.

"Well, It doesn't look like you have anything going on with your walking, but that doesn't mean there isn't anything wrong internally. Can you lay down on your stomach for me please?" He pointed to the bench I was just sat on. I did as he said and laid on my stomach. I took in a deep breath, still feeling nervous, and embarrassed. I felt like this almost every time... it was his hands. They were so large and warm and I liked the way they felt. He was gentle with every movement and that made me melt inside even more.

"I'm just gonna feel under your shirt, so I can see what's going on better. Is that okay?" He asked in a gentle tone. He hadn't ever done that before... it was always over the shirt. I could feel my cheeks getting hot and turning red.

"Mmhm." I hummed in approval. I felt him slowly slide his hand under my shirt, it was so warm and soft. It gave me goosebumps almost instantly. He pressed on my spine up and down a few times with two of his fingers, skipping over my bra.

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