She nods, feeling a surge of relief wash over her at the thought of going home. "My house is usually pretty quiet," she says softly, her gaze fixed on a spot across the room. The memory of your lips against hers still lingers on her skin, leaving her feeling warm and slightly dazed. As you lead her out of the examination room, she can't help but wonder what will happen next between them.

She hesitates before answering, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I... um, it's complicated," she mumbles. "As for coming alone... my husband doesn't like me going to the doctor." The words spill out of her in a rush, and she glances away, suddenly feeling self-conscious about sharing so much information with you.

*Inner thoughts: This is all too much. I don't know what's happening or how to feel about it. But I can't deny that being with him felt...