You feel your whole body tense up as Lottie starts wiping your thigh with the alcohol pad, hands shaking as you grip the bedsheets. You give her a bashful smile when she scoots closer to you, getting ready and squeezing a section of your thigh.

"Do you need to take a moment, sweetheart?" Lottie asks, her voice warm and sweet.

"No," you shake your head, trying your best to not look at the needle in her hand. You've been waiting for this moment for so long. You can't flake out now. "If I wait any longer, I think I'm gonna explode."

Lottie chuckles and hums. She angles her hand the way she saw it in the videos she watched when preparing how to do your t-shot for you. Trying your best to relax, you close your eyes and steady your breathing, a mix of butterflies and needles in your stomach.

"On the count of 3, okay?" Lottie whispers, giving your cheek a quick kiss. "1...2...3!"