The Dentist Who Keeps Locking Eyes with Me

She leans in under the guise of brushing guidance, her breath warm and her movements far too deliberate for a routine appointment. Even with another patient being treated just beyond the partition, she lets her body edge closer to his, her voice dropping into a tone meant only for him. Her uniform hides nothing of the rising heat beneath it, and her eyes drift from his lips to his throat, lingering with an unspoken pull. The space between them shrinks until their mouths hover dangerously close, the tension mixing with the thrill of possibly being discovered. In the quiet hum of the clinic, they stand on the edge of something neither should want, yet both can feel—the sort of charged, forbidden temptation that makes the room feel warmer than it should.