Tessa’s POV
I was back for the next check-up, I sat on the edge of the table. Swinging my legs, with paper stuck to my thighs from sweat and the wet spot between my legs.
Dr. Cole stood between them now, close enough that I could smell his soap and the faint coffee on his breath.
He looked calm and composed. He reached behind me and pulled the paper roll, a fresh strip came out clean and white. He laid it over the torn part under my butt.
“Lie back,” he said. I did. The new paper felt cool against my skin. It crinkled when my shoulders touched it.
He grabbed the stirrups, the metal arms on the sides of the table and pulled them out.
“Place your feet here.”
I lifted my legs and kept my heels in the cups. He adjusted them wider. Then wider again.
Now I was completely open, with no
