That’s it: that title is the whole book. Um. I just… this book. I don’t even know? Hot guy comes into a girl’s work for coffee all the time. She gets a crush on him. Then she goes to the gynecologist, and guess what? or more Guess who?
“I can reschedule you with another clinic doctor if you’re not comfortable, Sophie.” I’m not comfortable but I blurt out, “I’m fine!” Admitting I’m uncomfortable would be even more uncomfortable.
See: That’s pretty relatable, because how do you explain that you need to reschedule because you’ve been fantasizing about this guy. But like, two pages later, we’ve got this, and I’m automatically out:
I have to stop myself from moaning a little. His hands feel good. I’m sure they’re not supposed to, but they do.
I literally just wrote “No: your gynecologist might be super hot, but your gynecologic exam is never going to be.”
But I kept reading, because it had to get better, right?
My cervix looks great. Is that a gynecologist pickup line? I laugh internally.
What in holy hell is actually happening here, can anybody tell me? I would have died by now, if this was me. I had to stop reading. The book gets less … fetish-y as it goes on (did I mention she’s a virgin at the beginning of the book? because that’s there too), but I just couldn’t. Like, they wind up dating. They get a HEA: I checked. I’m glad for them, but I couldn’t read how they got there. I do not do discomfort well… I literally have to shut a television show off if I know someone’s going to get into trouble about something, or if it feels like something uncomfortable is about to happen.
This book was like the receptionist putting Scott’s Tots on in a waiting room and knowing you can’t leave, because you could get called in at any moment. I spend too much time in doctor’s offices and hospitals for that. YMMV.