Chapter 1

During my physical therapy, an accidental touch with my gorgeous therapist led to her making moves on me.

It wasn't until a private session that I realized a sinister conspiracy was lurking behind her sweet smile.

My name is Leo. A recent car accident left me with severe muscle tears in my leg, and the doctor urged me to start rehab as soon as possible if I ever wanted to walk normally again.

So, I signed up at the hospital's rehabilitation center.

The place was constantly packed, with patients crowding every single therapy room.

Wanting the best care, I paid extra for one-on-one private sessions.

My assigned physical therapist was Chloe, the clinic’s top-rated specialist.

Not only did she have a stunning face, but her curves were also completely unreal. She was my exact dream girl.

Every day, she wore a tailored, short white medical coat that showed off her long, toned legs. Every step she took was pure temptation.

That day, Chloe was demonstrating a few core recovery exercises for me.

Because she stretched too far, the top button on her coat suddenly popped open.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, terrified of missing a single second.

Then, as I tried to mirror her posture, my right hand slipped and brushed right against her chest.

The softness sent my heart racing through the roof.

Chloe simply laughed it off and reached over to adjust my posture.

From that moment on, something shifted inside me.

I started tracking her every move, constantly daydreaming about being with her.

At night, I tossed and turned in bed, her image burned into my mind.

Her laugh, her gaze, her touch... everything drove me crazy.

The next morning, I arrived at the clinic early, eager to see her.

Passing the staff locker room, I accidentally caught her changing.

Staring at her bare, sculpted back, I instinctively swallowed hard.

Suddenly, she turned around and met my gaze, her eyes narrowing with curiosity.

I spun on my heel immediately, pretending to take an urgent phone call.

A moment later, Chloe walked out.

She acted as if she hadn't noticed my little peek, casually asking how my leg was feeling.

Still, during the entire session, I couldn't focus at all.

Every time she leaned close, my eyes drifted straight to her body, sending waves of heat through my veins.

While doing a set of squats, my wandering mind caused me to lose balance and hit the floor.

Chloe reacted in a flash, catching me by the arms with a worried look. "Leo, are you okay?"

I gave an awkward laugh to cover my embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little tired, I guess."

Beneath my calm facade, a rush of panic and raw desire washed over me, refusing to settle down.

Halfway through the workout, Chloe suddenly pulled off her white coat, leaving only a tight sports bra and spandex shorts.

"It's getting pretty warm in here. You don't mind, do you?"

I froze for a second, stammering, "N-not at all."

She flashed a knowing smile, then dropped down right over my legs, pressing her body against mine.

"Your thighs are way too tense. Let me loosen up those muscles for you."

Dizzy with excitement, my hand unconsciously slid toward her bare thigh...

Just as I was about to touch her skin, Chloe gripped my wrist tightly, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh my god, how are your hands so soft? They don't feel like a guy's hands at all."