Artemisia
“Finally,” Lisa giggles as she walks towards me with spread arms. “Look at you!”
I blush, chuckling lowly as I turn from the reception desk, clasping my patient’s clipboard to my side. “Oh, stop it.”
“That white coat really suits you,” she continues gushing, making me roll my eyes with an embarrassed giggle.
Cayden finally made me take up on Dr. Davies’ offer, and today I had to because I was already making myself anxious about my little marking ceremony, but the Omegas wanting to prepare me and scrub me were driving me crazy.
Also, I feel so fantastically sore that I would like to prevent anyone from pulling at or pinching me as I’m gladly enjoying the memory of their touch still lingering on my skin.
“And today is the big day, isn’t it?” Lisa gasps, as we start walk
