I’ve got two definitions for torture:
The way his medical coat pulls across his muscular shoulders is enough to make my mind work overtime.
When he smiles at me, my heart races, and I’m left in a shuddering puddle.
He has no clue that I have a crush on him.
But one day, after a night out with the boys, he starts looking at me differently.
His eyes are full of longing.
Our touches are electric.
He finally asks me out for dinner and makes a proposal:
I fake marry him, so his green card is assured.
In return, I get my nursing education paid for.
I’m all in, despite the risks.
But there are a couple of things I didn’t account for:
His family who hates me, and…
A positive pregnancy test.