Stepping into the waiting area of the clinic, I am hit with a rush of cold air. I bring my arms up across my chest to hide my now rock solid n*****s. My T-shirt was too thin to keep them from being noticeable. I should have put a bra on before leaving the house, but I wasn't thinking much about appearances. Brent cloaks his arm over my shoulders and leans down. "I will run back out and get you a jacket once we have you signed in." He whispers into my ear. I nod, my body starting to tremble. That was Florida for you, though; your body got used to the heat. I knew to carry jackets, and I usually had one wrapped around my waist for situations like this one. The layout of the waiting area was circular. The check-in desk at the center also rounded. The walls were a pale blue; there were painte
