“I… shouldn’t be saying this.” He looked down at his hands, then back at you. “But I haven’t stopped thinking about you. And it’s not just because I’m your doctor.”
His breath hitched.
“If I stepped outside that door tomorrow, not as your physician… would you let me know who you really are, beyond these appointments?”
The question hung in the air like a held breath.
And now, it’s your move.
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