Heartbeats & Ink

Adrian

We need to talk," I said.

"Okay, but let me settle down first," Sofia replied, tugging at her dress. "This dress is too tight! I swear I've gained weight from all that drinking and those two tacos."

I couldn't help but smile—she looked adorable, struggling in her outfit. "Alright, come on, I'll get you something more comfortable," I said.

"Just make sure it's white or pink. You know I hate dark colors," she added with a playful pout. That's Sofia—always so particular about her feminine touches, something I've always found irresistibly endearing.

"Stay right here, Sofia. I'll grab something for you. Don't move," I instructed.

She gave me a mischievous look. "Why can't I come to your room? Is your wife sleeping upstairs?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

I shot her a deadpan look. "Yes, Sofia. My wife, along with my kids, is peacefully sleeping upstairs. So I'd appreciate it if you stayed here."

For a moment, her expression faltered, and I noticed a hint of sadness flicker across her face, though I couldn't quite grasp why. I headed upstairs, pretending not to dwell on it, and rummaged through my closet, eventually finding my grey shorts and a white T-shirt for her. When I returned, as expected, she wasn't on the sofa anymore.

"Sofia?" I called out.

"I'm here!" Her voice echoed from the other side of the room.

I found her sitting on my desk, draped in my white coat and fiddling with my stethoscope. The sight made me chuckle; Sofia had always loved playing around. But this time, seeing her like that, something stirred inside me.

"What are you doing with my coat, Sofia?" I asked gently, amused by her antics.

"Let's play doctor-doctor," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

I am a sucker for role plays but to be very honest when the role is reversed...

"Sofia, come down from the desk first. Then maybe we can play," I said, trying to keep my tone light.

"It's comfortable here. Besides, how can I treat you if I'm standing? You're too tall, Adrian. Come closer." she said, her voice soft and teasing.

I felt a jolt run through me as her eyes locked onto mine. She was too close, too tempting. My self-control was slipping. Her delicate frame perched on the desk, wearing my coat, the stethoscope dangling from her neck—everything about the situation was wrong. Yet, I couldn't help but be drawn to her.

"Okay, Adrian, breathe in... breathe out," she instructed, her voice innocent yet laced with something more. I followed her commands, though my heart was racing—how could it not when she is so close to me looking up at me with those pretty and innocent eyes of her, I wonder how she will look up at me when she is a bit more down.... My thoughts diverted when again she spoke.

She frowned playfully. "Hmm, your heartbeat is fast."

"Is that even a question?" I thought to myself, trying to suppress the desire building inside me.

"You have pseudo-hypo-hyper-thermia," she declared with a mock-serious face. "It's a very serious condition."

I couldn't help but laugh. "In all my years of studying medicine, I don't think I've ever heard of that."

"You need medicine... and maybe some syringes," she said, trying her best to sound like a doctor.

I gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. "What exactly is this disease, Doctor Sofia?"