Seeing Rafael in his doctor's coat, serious and focused as he handled the patient, reinforced my belief in the genius label and the many awards he'd earned over the years.
He looked so… enticing.
Eyes sharp with intense focus as he studied the patient he was speaking to.
A thin smile of reassurance when the patient complained.
A deep voice that turned complicated explanations into something easy to understand.
Long, muscular fingers moving across the tablet as he explained things to the patient, deft and beautiful in the way they—
I shook my head slightly. What was I thinking? Yet my gaze still couldn't tear itself away from his fingers, such an obvious thirst trap.
Eventually, the last examination session ended.
Even when the patient beamed, shook Rafael's hand, and thanked him repeatedly, Rafael only offered a polite, thin smile, his gaze still sharp. And something about that expression felt strange to me.
