40. Miley
M y free time today surprisingly coincides with Dylan’s, so we meet in the hospital cafeteria to grab some lunch. It’s Wednesday, which means it’s carrot cake day. Apart from all the lives saved and what not, carrot cake is the single best thing to come out of this hospital, and we’re prepared to fight to the death for it. Our conquest will be much harder today because we have to get four total, one for Rohit and Quinn too—the two deadbeats who didn’t have time to come to the cafeteria themselves. “I’m reading echos,” one said. “I’m covering another nurse so she can take a lunch break,” the other one said. Good for nothing boyfriends.
I still can’t believe I get to call him my boyfriend. My last real boyfriend, Harrison, turned into a train wreck of a situation, for which he still has not apologized. I don’t want to be friends with him by any means, but our parents are friends, and so I will have to see him at Ruby’s wedding, and probably other future events, too. I just wish he’d acknowledge what happened and if I think about it on a deeper level, I’d like him to take responsibility for what he did—ghosting me was such an inappropriate reaction to an already impossible situation. It would have been nice to have him there when I needed him most.
It was the single most difficult decision I have ever had to make. I still wonder about the what ifs. Was it a girl or a boy? What would their life have looked like? What would my life have looked like? Would I still be able to have this career? Even though I continue to grapple with these thoughts, I don’t regret my decision. At the time, I was in no state to take care of a child. The only thing I do regret is that I didn’t take my sexual health more seriously. I should have known better and should have insisted we use condoms that day.
I didn’t grow up in a household where my parents talked freely about intercourse and safe sex. Even though I’m now an adult, I’m sure they would still be embarrassed to broach the topic. This is why I have never told anyone except for Dylan. I’m not ashamed about the choices I had to make, but I know my parents would be disappointed.
“Earth to Miles,” Dylan says, lightly nudging me with her shoulder as she takes a giant bite out of her carrot cake.
“Sorry, I was thinking about…” I reply, letting my voice fade.
I don’t need to say anything more because Dylan knows. She knows that sometimes my mind goes back to that time and I just need a minute to ruminate about it.
An understanding that passes between us, as she gives me a half smile.
After a beat, she replies, “Any time, you just say the word, and I will crow him.”
I beam at her.
“I don’t need you to murder Harrison, but I am positively honored that you learned that a group of crows is called a murder, just for me.”
“Anything for you, Miles,” Dylan says, leaning into me again. She takes her last bite of cake and continues, “Let’s forget about old boyfriends and go deliver these to our current boyfriends.”
Dylan and I walk into the medical ICU together and easily spot Rohit. He is sitting in the hallway at his computer, charting furiously. He’s positioned himself where he can see the monitors of both of his patients. With every beep of the machines, he glances up to observe them.
Rohit is wearing a tight fitting scrub top that shows off his biceps. I scan down to his forearms and see his veins. Veins I dream of in my sleep. I watch his muscles flex as he types on the computer and my mouth runs dry. What kind of harlot am I drooling over someone typing at a computer?
When he notices us, he stands and comes over to give me a kiss on the head. We had been very clear with each other that there is to be no PDA while at work, but right now, a kiss on the head or cheek as a way of greeting feels acceptable. I miss his touch even more after I get this chaste kiss.
As I hand over the carrot cake and a fork, I rake my eyes over his body, seeing how his scrub bottoms are form fitting as well, accentuating his exceptional ass, and tapering down to his ankles. He has on sneakers and is the definition of a sexy nurse.
“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs into my ear, as he pulls away, and sits back down at his computer with his carrot cake.
Rohit turns to Dylan. “Where’s my boy Quinn today?”
“He’s reading echos. Whatever that entails, it all looks like snowstorms to me. One time I thought he was looking at a baby ultrasound, but nope, it was apparently a heart,” Dylan responds.
Dylan is brilliant in her own right—chief resident, about to start a highly competitive LGBTQ+ fellowship—but even her eyes glaze over when Quinn starts dictating his echo reports.
“Tell him to stop by on his way out. I’d love to see him,” Rohit adds.
“I will,” Dylan says.
“How’s Luna?” Rohit asks. Luna is Dylan’s transgender sister who started transitioning when she moved to the city. Luna’s trouble finding the appropriate medical care in the small town they grew up in was Dylan’s motivation to specialize in LGBTQ+ medicine. She wants everyone to have access to what they need, in terms of medications, surgeries, as well as social and emotional support.
“She’s great! She got this amazing internship at New York Film Academy.” Dylan oozes with pride. “She keeps talking about these new indie films.” She pauses, a bemused smile on her face. “If there is something I know less about than cardiology, it’s the film industry.” Dylan chuckles and adds, “How’s Reena? How’s engagement party planning?”
Rohit smiles and rolls his eyes. “It’s not even the actual wedding she’s planning for and the bridezilla has already surfaced. Honestly, I don’t know who’s worse, her or my mom, they’re both insufferable,” he says with a loving eye roll and no malice.
“Well, at least you don’t have to pretend to be fake dating Miley for the engagement party now that you guys are official!” Dylan grins and waggles her eyebrows suggestively.
Rohit shrugs and looks uncomfortable. “Uhh yeah, that’s a good point. If I get a plus one to the party anyway.”
“What do you mean?” Dylan’s delicate, heart-shaped face contorts in confusion.
“Indian weddings are a whole different animal. I am probably just going to be my family’s gopher the whole time. It may not really be a bring-a-date situation,” Rohit mumbles into his carrot cake, not making eye contact.
“Oh… ok,” I don’t know what else there really else to say. He’s clearly uncomfortable, but I can’t figure out why.
Dylan looks at me with one eyebrow lifted, a question on her face.
“I’ll ask, though,” he spits quickly, noticing our hesitant exchange. I just shrug because I honestly don’t know what to say. I feel like I’m missing something, but I also don’t have time right now to figure it out.
“Okay, well, I should get back,” I say, hitching a thumb over my shoulder.
The uneasy feeling I have is quickly forgotten when I get busy with work.
Rohit is picking me up for Ruby and Charles’s Jack and Jill party. They had decided they wanted to celebrate together with all their friends instead of individually. It wasn’t like either of them had wanted strippers or anything salacious. They just want to be surrounded by loved ones.
We get into an Uber and head east. The party is at a bar in the East Village called Onyx Bar. They rented out the entire place for the event, even hiring a DJ, and curating the food and beverage menus.
Rohit takes my hand and leans over for a kiss. We decide to be respectful of the Uber driver and not tear each other’s clothes off, despite the look I see in Rohit’s eyes.
We arrive in time to help Ruby finish setting up. There’s not much that needs to be done because the bar took care of catering everything, so I help unpack some party favors, personalized napkins, and of course phallic shaped items.
“These are quite classy,” I joke as I open up a 50-pack of penis straws.
“Don’t worry, we have vulvar straws too. This is an equal opportunity party, after all,” Ruby explains with a wink.
Guests start pouring in shortly after I carefully sprinkle the “I do!” confetti on the tables. I say a polite hello to a few of Ruby’s friends—her college roommate, her friend from her current law firm, and of course, her law review enemy-turned-bestie, just like in Legally Blonde.
I lean over the bar to order my drink. While waiting for my beverage, I feel a hand on my ass. My instinct is to break the asshole’s arm until I see it’s Rohit. He has a gleam in his eyes, like he’s up to no good.
I furrow my brow in question.
“Come to the bathroom with me,” Rohit growls into my ear.
Before I can respond, he takes my hand and pulls me away from the bar.
“But I ordered a—” I protest loudly.
“It’s an open bar,” he interjects. “Order five more for all they care and leave them all on different tables.” His eyes trail over me with wicked desire. “Seeing you in this dress, though…” He swallows, leaning close. “I need to get my hands up this dress immediately and feel how wet you are for me.”
His words cause a pool of warm fluid to drench my panties.
“You look pretty hot yourself,” I say, taking a good look at him. He’s in a fitted t-shirt and jeans. I place one hand on his abdomen and feel the taut muscles underneath.
We head into the hallway with the restrooms and I realize there are several genderless, single occupancy bathrooms. Rohit tugs me into one and locks the door behind us.
I snake my arms around his neck and kiss him greedily.
“Come here,” he says, pulling me up so I wrap my legs around him and straddle him. He pins me against the wall, a mirror behind me.
In our fevered state, one of the straps of my dress falls off my shoulder.
“Perfect,” he murmurs into my neck. He pulls the strap down even further until my breast is exposed. Even though the bathroom is locked, I can’t help looking at the door, surprised no one has knocked. The illicitness of our activity gives me a thrill.
He pulls my breast into his mouth and twirls his tongue around my nipple. I groan loudly, muffled by the beat of the loud music just outside the bathroom. He puts me back on the ground and spins me so I’m facing the mirror.
I try to fix the strap of my dress, but Rohit brushes my hand aside, taking my breast in his palm and kneads it, teasing the nipple. With his other hand, he snakes it up my leg and under my dress. He slips his fingers into my panties to feel my swollen clit.
He circles around my clit over and over. I feel myself drenching his hand as it slips around.
“This feels amazing,” I pant. “But do you have a condom on you?”
“I do,” Rohit croaks. “But I don’t have any toys,” he laments.
“I don’t care,” I answer honestly. “I just want to be with you. I trust you. I’m ready.”
Rohit’s pupils dilate so much I can barely see the hazel in his eyes. He slowly removes his hand from my panties so he can retrieve the condom. His fingers are coated in my arousal as he fishes the condom out of his wallet.
“Let me,” I say as I unbuckle his jeans and slide them over his hips. I shift his boxer briefs down as well as his cock springs free. I give him a few strokes and feel him pulsing in my hands. I watch the veins pop out and lick my lips in anticipation.
I take the condom from him and slowly roll it down his hard length. He growls, pressing a hard kiss on my lips before trailing kisses down my neck, causing me to groan and lean into him. Before I realize what’s happening though, he turns me around again and leans me over the sink.
“I want you to watch me fuck you in the mirror,” he growls into my ear.
He aligns himself with my entrance, and my breath hitches in anticipation. Our eyes meet in the mirror and he pauses. I give a small nod and he smiles. He then squeezes my hips tightly as he pushes himself inside my opening. We both gasp as he slowly pushes himself deeper until he’s fully seated inside.
“Fuck, Miley, you’re so wet and tight.” He plants wet kisses along the side of my neck.
“Rohit, please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but he seems to know, and he starts moving inside me. His initially measured movements become more frenzied.
I can see both of us as he pounds into me. The feral look on his face almost has me come undone on the spot, but I bite my lower lip, watching our bodies move together. He takes his hands away from my hips and lets the sink hold me in place. I hold on tightly as he pummels into me hard.
He takes one hand and grabs my breast again, teasing my nipple into a hard nub, while his other finds its way back into my panties. I’m so swollen his touch electrifies me. He rubs my clit frantically and before I know it, I hit my climax and shout out unexpectedly. My body wracks and shudders as I come all over him. My pussy clamps down on his cock as it pulsates in waves.
This has taken me completely by surprise. I am spent, and I slump over the sink, holding it to keep myself upright.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he says as he rails into me a few more times before he unravels.