The Waiting Room

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TAYLOR'S POV

The next morning arrived much too soon. I stood outside Jake's office, my heart racing as I stared at the sign that read "Smiles by Sullivan." Inside, the faint sound of a dental drill echoed through the walls, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Come on, Taylor," I muttered to myself. "You're a dentist. You can do this."

With a deep breath, I pushed open the door. The waiting room was bright and cheery, filled with smiling faces and colorful artwork. Jake was at the front desk, chatting with a patient, his white coat immaculate.

"Hey, you made it!" he called, his eyes lighting up as he saw me.

I forced a smile and waved, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

"Of course," I replied, forcing enthusiasm into my voice. "Just here for a quick check."

Jake motioned for me to come over. "Let's get you checked out! How's that tooth feeling?"

"It's fine," I lied, trying to sound casual. "Really, it's no big deal."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You're a terrible liar. Let's take a look, shall we?"

"Okay, okay," I said, surrendering to the inevitable. "But I might need a little... encouragement."

"Encouragement?" he chuckled, walking me to the exam room. "What do you mean?"

"Just... I might need you to hold my hand or something," I admitted, my cheeks flushing.

"Of course," he said, his tone softening. "Whatever you need. You're safe with me."

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