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#5) “Can I listen to your heartbeat?”

The question makes me turn. Blushing and looking away I say slyly, “Sure,” a small grin reaching my lips. My heart is undulating in my chest like a serpent attempting to escape its infernal cage. “Do you want to lay your head on my chest or do you have something else to listen with?”. After a brief pause and a gentle smile, he grabs his stethoscope from his bag. He looks at me excitedly, but cautious. He approaches me confidently, looping the device around his neck.

I look up at him from the chair I’m sitting in, my pulse quickening with each of his steps. I know he can see my chest starting to shake from the force of each beat. As he reaches me, his eyes become hungrier.

As he does, he pauses, contemplating his next move. He reaches out and cups my chin, familiarizing me with his touch. I melt a little into his hand, the warmth of his fingertips brushing the pulse beneath my jaw. My eyes slowly rise to meet his. His gaze is soft, encouraging. A smile cracks as I sit back to expose my chest to him. My heart pounds wildly as I await the feeling of his hand over my shirt, steth pressed to my chest. After his quiet observance, he places the earpieces in his ears and quickly settles the chest piece over my tricuspid.

The sound of my heart explodes in his ears and a small sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes in ecstasy. “It sounds so good racing for me like this,”. The rate increases even more as his voice washes over me. I arch my back slightly and a small string of skips rattles through my chest. My breath hitches at the force of them.

His other hand immediately finds my heart, hoping to get a better feel. Two more hard thuds thunder through my chest at his touch. His gaze quickly shifts from one of pleasure to one of concern. “Are you okay?” He asks sweetly.

“Yes,” I say, a little out of breath. “This happens when I get nervous.” My heart pounds on for him, skipping occasionally but starting to calm.

“Just take some deep breaths for me. I love listening to you start to relax. Your heart is so strong. You sound incredible.” He strays to take a tour as I breathe deeply, my lungs pushing my heart forward with each inhale. He watches the steth bounce lightly on my chest as my pump slows, the rhythm becoming steadier and steadier around 80bpm.

Standing over me still, his eyes return to mine, the soft look restoring itself upon his face. “Feeling better?”

“Much, thank you.”

“Good. Now I wonder what would happen if you took a big, deep breath for me and held it as long as you could? Would you be a good girl and try?”

My heart starts to pound harder again at the thought of becoming an experiment. “Okay..” I say sheepishly.

I take a breath as deep as my lungs will allow and settle in for my trial. I can see my heart thumping away with the pressure from my lungs. He moves the steth so gingerly around my chest to listen from every angle as my heart begins to slow and beat more forcefully.

After about a minute and a half, my body starts to tingle from the lack of oxygen. I start to wriggle in the chair as my chest heaves, begging for breath.

“Keep going. Just a little longer for me, please. I love the way your heart is reacting to this,”. I nod, continuing to push myself until I start to see stars. I look at him, slightly panicked, and release my breath. I pant trying to re-oxygenate my brain, but my heart starts throwing another tantrum.

Skip after lovely skip, my heart jumps out of my chest - or at least tries to. A devouring look spreads across his face as he takes the chest piece away from my covered ribcage to replace it with his ear. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I just had to be here.”

I watch his head rise and fall with each beat. Closing my eyes, I lay my head back and allow him to let the sound wash over him.

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