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His words ignitethe feel of him, and the way he makes me feel when he talks like that I want that to be true I want to be his, now and for good

For once, for tonight, I can forget about all the ifs ands or buts I can just be with him, here and now I can just be his

And for this one night, it’s enough

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A few days after our sleepover—one I explained away tothat one of my friends had come back froet Russ out ofup again and again just to touch each other, as if both checking ere still there And then those touches would turn intobetweeninside me to find my G-spot, until I came undone with a cry

By theand sore, especially since oke up only for hi me ride him slow and steady until we both came at nearly the same moment

But now, it’s been four days since, and I’hts like that hts to be like that, safe at his side Knowing I can reach out and touch him whenever I want to, and that he can do the same to me I want hi, telling ainst him

I want hi he knows about my body, and I want to explore every inch of his too But we can’t That beautiful one night together is fading behind us, and we’re back in reality Back in the daily grind of desperate kisses e can steal the stares e can’t

Hell, for the past four days we haven’t even been able to steal enough tiether for a quickie in the stairwell or to make each other come in the break roo I never knew existed, and now that I’ve tried a few hits—and then soo without it I’m addicted to him, I’m pretty sure I’ve always read about how ches, but I’ve never believed it until now With guys I’ve dated in the past, I enjoyed the hookups, but I never craved seeing theain I never missed them every second we spent apart

My phone is filled with texts fro about h that when he textedI had to duck into the bathroom in the nurse’s area and lock myself in a stall for some alone time

But it looks like any alone time I’d be able to steal has come to an end Because when I step out of the bathroom, somehow still jittery and anxious even in spite of the fact that I just fingeredabout Russ’s hands onis in an uproar I stop one of the passing nurses—Lionel, who’s still angry at me, I think, but at least he speaks to me on occasion now

“What’s going on?” I ask Without thinking about it, I start to follow him, auto

“Ees “There was so about two dozen patients in noith se, blunt trauma, all kinds of stuff”

My face pales Shit

Lionel is jogging now, and I keep pace with hi staff director passes out assignments, it’s flooded with people Everyone on-call or not already attending to patients who require immediate attention seenments When my nanments

For once, I’ood, this ti But I’ll do whatever I can to help save as many as we can

I spend the next few hours on high alert, rushing between patients and rooms The hospital is flooded—normally we don’t have this much room for people, but we make do, the e’ve been trained to in events like this I don’t envy Russ right non in the OR, he’ll be dealing with a lot of the et as many of the life-or-death cases A lot of the kids with sh, who need stabilization, and fas they still need to be treated but that won’t kill the as we do our jobs