I shouldn’t have come alone.
That was my first mistake.
But when you’ve had that dull, aching pain between your legs for weeks and every normal explanation fails... desperation does things to you. My last doctor called it stress. The one before that suggested hormones. But it wasn’t that simple.
It didn’t just ache. It throbbed.
And when Dr. Caldwell stepped into the room, all six-foot-something of him, dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, wearing gloves like he knew exactly what my body needed… that ache flared all over again.
He shut the door gently, no rush in his movements. His eyes—cold, calculated, and so damn knowing—locked onto mine like he could already feel the heat simmering beneath my hospital gown.
“I read your file,” he said, voice like smoke and pressure. “Pe
