I’d been dealing with this annoying back pain for weeks, so I finally decided to book an appointment with a chiropractor. When I walked into the office, I wasn’t expecting much—just hoping for some relief. But then I met him.

He was tall, with a sharp jawline, warm brown eyes, and this calm confidence that immediately put me at ease. His scrubs fit snugly, showing off his broad shoulders and strong arms. “You must be here for a tune-up,” he said with a grin, his voice smooth as honey.

“Something like that,” I replied, matching his smile.

He led me into the treatment room and asked me a few questions before instructing me to lie down on the table. His hands were warm and firm as he gently guided me into position. “Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable,” he said, his voice low and soothing.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine—not from pain, but from the way he moved with such confidence. He started with my neck, tilting my head just slightly. “Relax,” he said, his fingers brushing my skin lightly. I tried, but it was hard to focus with his hands so close.

“Good,” he murmured, and with a quick motion, there was a loud crack. “Wow,” I breathed, feeling immediate relief. “That’s amazing.”

He chuckled. “We’re just getting started.”

He worked his way down, his hands sliding along my back, pressing and adjusting as he went. Every move felt deliberate, almost too intimate. When he got to my lower back, he paused. “I’m going to need you to turn over,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper tone.

I rolled onto my back, and his eyes flicked down for a second before meeting mine. “You’re doing great,” he said, his voice a little huskier now. His hands rested on my hips, and I felt the tension in the room shift.

“Do you always get this close to your patients?” I teased, looking up at him.

He smirked, his fingers pressing firmly into my sides. “Only when they’re as distracting as you.”

My heart raced as he leaned in slightly, his face inches from mine. “You might need… a few extra adjustments,” he said, his tone dripping with implication.

I couldn’t resist anymore. “Go ahead, doctor,” I whispered. His lips curved into a wicked smile before he pressed them to mine. His hands moved from professional to passionate in an instant, gripping my waist as the tension between us exploded.

By the time I left, I wasn’t sure what had been adjusted more—my spine or my heart. One thing’s for sure, though: I’ve already booked my next appointment. 😉