Doctor Doctor!

I've decided to write a book. Here is the first chapter - or a part of the first chapter anyway! 

Smokey. She was hot, in a subtle yet smokin' kinda way. She was unaware of the way her hair blew effortlessly in the wind, her bold glasses framing her hazel eyes with the long lashes brushing against the lenses, the kohl outlining their almond shape. Of course, she didn't know that's what they called her. The men looked at her with a gaze that would make anyone uncomfortable but she never noticed; she was in her own bubble. She worked hard, barely spoke to anyone, kept to herself, trying to remain focused on her dreams and aspirations of becoming a professional so that one day she could lure and charm that one guy who would add meaning and purpose to her sometimes dull life.

She was a doctor, as was he. They roamed the same halls, retracing each other steps but they never exchanged glances, let alone words. He was always flashing flirty smiles at the nurses, residents and the gorgeous Dr Ra-Re made his knees weak. She was married of course, just like him, but it was no secret that he was mere putty in her slender hands. When she sat studying in the library her mind often drifted to the good doctor's office, and one day she absent-mindedly let herself go have him check out her eyes. Dr Strangelove approached as Smokey sat opposite him, and she could feel a strong, almost magnetic, pull even with the gadgetry between them. Moving her eyes into place she was almost grateful for the slit lamp, though she couldn't help but wish it wasn't there. He asked her the regular questions, about having finished her medical degree, he'd taught her of course, but a conversation! It made her heart flutter. "You have beautiful eyes," he said, "they're a door way to your soul." Her breathing slowed, as she wondered if they revealed perhaps too much. Slowly he held her head, his fingers gently grazing her lashes as he brought it into place, examining each eye with an intense focus. His fingers sent sparks coursing through her, she felt her heart beat race, and only once he moved away did she realise she'd been holding her breath. What was she doing? He was married, and he had a reputation. She shook her head, erasing the inappropriate thoughts running through her mind, she needed to get back to studying. She thanked him for his time before he could tell her to have her glasses changed, and tripping over her own feet she made a quick exit.

Still in her own world she was rounding the corner back to the library when she bumped into Frumpy. That wasn't his name of course, it was just how he appeared, and so she'd named him that in her own world. He was manly, with his square jaw, again, didn't have the best reputation but she had an inkling he was misunderstood. As she processed all this information, he held her shoulders, almost peeling her off of his big frame, asking if she was alright; she looked shaken. He asked if he could get her something, but she was so dumbfounded that he was even asking, clearly unaware of the pull she had on him, that she bowed her head down walking past as if nothing had happened.

As she sat uncomfortably in the wooden library chairs, staring at medical books, the words making no sense, reading line after line for the twelfth time, she decided her mind was surely in the gutter. Little did she know that the two men that had made her heart race and her lungs cease to function were going to play such a vital role in the next few years of her life, causing immense heartache and sorrow but they would also bring an equal amount of joy. They would be the source of her worries but they'd also make her smile and feel special; like a woman. She'd finally know that she too could be wanted. But for now she was clueless, trying to focus on memorising the pages lying open before her.