The following week, Ben took Beth into the examination room to give her a check up.

He wanted to ensure that the chest infection had cleared up and it was safe to go ahead with updating her vaccinations.

Beth looked so cute as she sat on the treatment couch, nervously tapping her feet together whilst she waited for Ben to complete the examination and give her the verdict on whether or not she would be getting shots at the end of it.

Presently though, Ben was taking a very long time over her auscultation. Beth studied his face, which was deep in concentration as he listened intently, moving the cool metal diaphragm around her chest and pressing it against her warm skin.

It was a pleasant sensation and Beth quietly contemplated how intimate it was that, with what seemed like such a simple task, he could hear such a private detail - her hearts secrets and the essence of life but then again, he was fast uncovering other details of her heart too.

Ben reached into her gown and lifted her breast up, placing the diaphragm against her ribs, pausing only momentarily to look up at her and smirk with playful amusement when he noticed that her nipple had instantaneously hardened as his hand brushed across it.

"Take a big deep breath in and exhale slowly.... Again.... Good girl"

Next , he began to repeat the process on her back, tapping in a firm and methodical way before listening again and whether it was the cool air or the prolonged physical contact, Beth's skin prickled into goose bumps as he continued to touch her.

Finally he was satisfied and he swung the stethoscope around his neck before moving to the cupboard and opening it with a clatter, grabbing a pair of blue nitrile gloves and pulling them on with a resounding snap.

This was it, Beth thought, a nervous shiver danced through her in anticipation of what she knew would surely be painfully imminent.... Shots!