Dr. Covid

⁣One morning, María woke up with her body burning and a slight fever that made her skin feel even more sensitive to the touch of the sheets. Her worried husband looked at her from outside the bed before grabbing his phone and calling the doctor. "He'll be back in a few minutes," he said softly as he caressed her forehead. He had to go to work, so after making sure everything was in order, he left the house, leaving María alone, waiting for the doctor.

The doctor arrived shortly after, a man with firm hands and penetrating eyes. He checked Maria with the precision of a professional, but there was a subtle fragrance of desire in the air. Every time his hands brushed against her warm skin, it seemed like the air around them grew thicker. He noticed how her breathing accelerated slightly, and although she tried to stay in her role, the intimacy of the moment enveloped them. Neither of them said a word, but their gazes exchanged something deeper.

Left completely alone, the tension that had grown between them became uncontrollable. The doctor, approaching slowly, felt the urge to touch her face, and María, with her eyes half-opened, did not resist. Their lips met in an unexpected kiss, loaded with desire and prohibition. It was a brief but intense moment, as if the heat of the fever had ignited something deeper between them.