A few years back I had to go to the ER because of a pain I was having in my rib cage. Fearing it was an appendicitis, or worse, I laid on the table and ---- in walked a gorgeous man in scrubs.
"Does it hurt here?" He asked, palpating my lower abdomen.
"N-n-no," I half giggled.
"Here?" He moved his tanned hand higher and stared at me with big blue eyes.
"No!" I squeaked.
This was it.
He was going to go all the way, this hot doc was gonna slide to second, he was going to---
"There you are!" My husband popped his head in the door as the doctor moved his hand away from my jubblies.
"I'll get you some medicine for the pain. I think it's a rib strain," the vision-in-scrubs said and walked out the door.
"I walked in too soon, didn't I?" Harry grinned at me.
"Bastard," I muttered and rolled away from him.
Husbands! Can't live with em- can't get groped in a hospital with them either! :)
