Anya
Islid into the driver's seat of my car, the engine humming to life as the hospital lights glowed in the rearview mirror.
My body still buzzed from the office, thighs sticky and muscles aching in the best way.
I pulled out my phone, fingers hovering before typing a quick message to Desmond.
Nothing too bold — just enough to test the waters after what we'd done.
I just got to my car.
I'm sitting in the parking lot like an idiot because my hands are still shaking.
Desmond:
You commanded a trauma bay on three hours of sleep. That’s bound to happen.
Anya:
That is not why my hands are shaking.
Desmond:
I know.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it was enough for me to second-guess myself. Long enough for me to start spiraling.
Desmond:
You shouldn't be texting me this close to shift change.
Anya:
You shouldn't have pulled me into your office if you wanted me capable of following rules.
Desmond:
I pulled you in because I couldn't focus.
Anya:
Congratulations.
Neither can I.
Desmond:
You were exceptional tonight.
Anya:
You already told me that.
Desmond:
I'm telling you again.
Anya:
Thank you, Doctor Vaughn.
Desmond:
Don’t ‘Doctor Vaughn’ me, not after the night we had.
Tell me you're still feeling it, Anya.
That this isn’t just in my head.
Heat flooded my cheeks at his inference. It wasn’t just me who had spent the night thinking about our stolen moment in his office.
Anya:
Yeah, maybe. I’m sore all over.
You're not gentle.
Desmond:
I’m sorry
I was under the impression you liked when someone talked you through it.
Even if it meant leaving some marks behind.
My breath hitched. Every nerve in my brain sang out, trying to tell me how wrong this was. But my heart… my heart was threatening to beat out of my chest.
Anya
You’re very sure of yourself
Desmond:
Confidence is key.
However, I don’t need confidence with you, Doctor.
The way you whimpered underneath me was a guarantee of what you liked.
Anya:
Sounds like you’re assuming this is going to be more than what happened tonight?
Desmond:
Are you not?
Anya:
I don’t know, Doctor.
You’re the one that said “just once, just to get it out of our systems.”
Desmond:
I did.
But now you’re in my system and I’m not sure I’ll be satisfied with just once.
I smiled, starting the car, the thrill lingering like a promise of more forbidden nights ahead.