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TORI

Moments after mind-blowing sex …

“That was …”

“Yeah it was ...”

“I mean not just that last time but each time.”

“Yeah, each of those times, it was spectacular.”

“Nothing has changed between us.”

“Well. It seems better which is mind-blowing really.”

“Yeah, definitely better.”

We grinned at each other, both filled with amazement at how natural it was for us to be together again. How our bodies remembered each other as if we hadn’t stopped making love. Each part of me responded to every touch he applied to my flesh, each kiss between us, stirred up so much passion, that he didn’t have to do one other thing to have me wet for him. Even now just looking at him looking sated from our lovemaking made me hungry for more. Without a thought, I started tracing the edge of his right dark brown nipple with my fingertip and watched as the skin pebbled to life. His groan made me lean in to capture the dark peak into my mouth and suck gently. I made sure to watch as his eyes closed in ecstasy before looking down at the white sheet as his length hardened to life lifting it ever so slightly. One more time.

As I lifted up and straddled his lap before sinking down on that hot chocolate wood, I thought about how this one more time was definitely going to turn into another time before we had to get to work.

“What’s going on with you and Dr. Hottie?” Stephanie asked me. I waited until one of the other nurses who hovered close by grabbed the chart for one of Dr. Harold’s kiddos and left.

“What are you talking about? As you know, we have to work closely together.”

“It looks like a whole lot more to me and probably everyone else too … but you shouldn’t hide it anymore, if you ask me. You seem happier than you have in a long time.”

“Whatever it is you think you see, is not it. It’s just work. Nothing more,” I lied. But who was I convincing? Certainly not myself.

“Mmmm hmmm. Dr. Clark, I’ve been on earth long enough to know that my eyes and my instincts work just fine. So I’ll say this one more time. Life is short sometimes; don’t go wasting it avoiding what makes you happy. Live a little.”

As the ding of the nurse's call button went off, I breathed a sigh of relief that she was now occupied, and I wouldn’t have to come up with a response. But her eyes said it didn’t matter whether my lips parted with a response, it was clear what was happening, and I hadn’t been able to fool her into believing it was nothing. The truth was that it was more than nothing, it was everything.

After the shower sex we had this morning, neither of us seemed to want to get dressed and come into the hospital. But given Jordan’s condition, and the fact that she took up at least half our thoughts while we waited for her to make it out of the woods, we decided to stop kissing and fondling each other long enough to see about her. When I walked into the lobby five minutes behind Christian like we planned, Ms. Betty winked at me as if she knew what we were up to. I made sure to keep going and not stop so that I wouldn’t have to explain what she already knew.

I met Christian in the ICU, where he was already receiving a detailed report on Jordan’s condition even though he had received brief reports throughout the night to alert him of how she was doing. It was the only way either of us could rest. As Christian got filled in on Jordan’s condition, I went in to see her. Seeing her look so weak was hard for me, but I reminded myself that she had just had major surgery and it was to be expected. She may be in this condition today, but recovery would show her improvement. Her smile came slow but she seemed happy.

“Dr. Clark.”

“Hey, Jordan. It’s so wonderful to see your eyes open this morning.”

“It’s so good to see the beautiful place I imagined. Thank you, Dr. Clark.”

Her mother, who had been in the chair sleeping in the corner started to come to. She smiled at me and looked to be about to get up.

“No, please continue to rest. It was such a long day yesterday and I’m sure, night, too. I have appointments to get to but wanted to check in on one of my favorite little girls.”

“Thank you for everything, Dr. Clark.”

“It wasn’t me. Jordan had some fine doctors that worked extra hard to see her through this.”

“Yeah, but you never gave up.”

The emotion reflected in her tired eyes reached into my chest and caressed my heart. For the first time in a long time, my heart seemed to feel light. I felt that hope that had started to leave me long ago. Jordan’s surgery helped her heart and my own. Tears welled in my eyes, but my professionalism kept me from allowing them to fall. I nodded, went and stroked Jordan’s cheek and then headed to my office to get my day started.

By the end of the day, I was beaten and actually looking forward to going home. I stepped into my office and went to grab my things so I could possibly enjoy some TV. Every time I made a plan for that, however, I fell asleep.

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