POV Jess
Argh! Now I remember why I hate day shifts. It's five in the morning and I feel like death already, I wasn't made for morning hustle. I walk like a zombie to the bathroom, let the shower water steam while I brush my teeth, and then get in. I hate everything showers they feel great but it's exhausting. I lather my hair with vanilla-scented shampoo, shave, and become one with the hot water for longer than I should. When my skin looks sunburnt I know it's time to part ways. Drying myself off I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, mom would have a heart attack if she saw how much weight I've been losing. I dress in black fitted scrubs and then blow-dry my long blonde hair. My arms are starting to hurt from the upward position that they're in so I leave it half dried for now. I pull and twist my hair up in a butterfly clip while I start on my makeup. I intend to do a full glam for tonight which I'll do after my shift but for the time being I apply some mascara and a dusty rose colored lipstick. I finish drying the rest of my hair and curl it in loose waves. Tonight I will have to touch it up in conjunction with the makeup. When I'm done slaving away at my appearance I collect everything I need for tonight and hit the road.
Oh dear Lord when I pull into the parking lot it's jam-packed. I forget how busy the hospital is during the day, and I don't miss it. People are everywhere, walking in the middle of parking lanes, I'm starting to get really annoyed and flustered. Eventually, I find a spot to park and join the people on their trek to the main entrance of the hospital. Upon entering, the lobby is filled with people at the front desk, loitering around, and huddling at the elevator. Taking the stairs crosses my mind, a dozen and a half people are waiting to get on the elevator, and although the thought of exercising my legs sounds like actual torture right now I need to if I don't want to be late.
I begin my journey down the hall, greeting fellow nurses and doctors as I pass them by. Pushing the staircase door open, I accidentally slam it into someone.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" I announce before seeing the poor person I just hit.
The person comes into view and it's Roman. My heart rate goes into overdrive instantly. He has a satchel draped across his torso, probably on his way out from last night's shift. After a full night's work, his inky black hair is disheveled giving the sexiest appearance I just want to run my fingers right through the silky strands.
"Oh, Jess! Hey, you almost took me out there," he chuckles, his smile absolutely deadly.
"I'm sorry about that," I nervously tuck my hair behind my ear.
He scans my body up and down, "You look beautiful today."
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, "thank you."
Roman steps closer to me, backing me up against the wall, lust conquering in his green eyes, "kiss me," he whispers into my ear, the heat of his breath running shivers down my spine.
My eyes connect with his for a millisecond before I obey to exactly what he requests, the heat of his lips sending shockwaves throughout my body has my center throbbing for more. His hands cup under my ears taking the kiss from amazing to downright otherworldly. He sinfully breaks our connected lips, light pants exude from us both.
"Let me take you out next week," he whispers.
I'm so beyond words I just nod. His smile is gravitating me back to his lips and we continue on, tongues lapping over one another, voices are heard from above the staircase indicating the presence of someone. I literally want to shed a tear at the intrusion. We break away from each trying to play cool.
"I should go, I'll text you about next week," Roman says, he quickly gives me a peck on the lips and is gone within seconds leaving me breathless, horny, and completely out of sorts.
As I walk up to the third floor I pass by the cockblocker, a nurse I've seen only a handful of times. She greets me with a hello and I return it but what I really want to do is scold her for interrupting my little slice of heaven.
For the short yet tiring rest of my walk up the stairs, I spend the duration of the time daydreaming about Roman and how hot that encounter just was. If I could bottle that experience up and keep it in my pocket for a rainy day I'd do it in a heartbeat. He has finally asked me out on a real date, just me and him, not the rest of the hospital staff. My hopes are undoubtedly sky high for where this could be going and what it can become.
Despite being on the edge of underweight I'm completely and utterly out of shape. Three flights of stairs should not have me this out of breath and fighting for my life. I'm just about ready to steal a patient's oxygen mask. I'm doubled over, hands on my thighs taking deep breaths so I don't walk in and grab the attention of people wondering if I'm having an asthma attack.
Opening the door with caution of knocking into someone again I slowly push it, and squeeze through a slice of space just wide enough to fit my frame through.
"Ah, there you are," Mary Jean is in her wheelchair just staring at the door. What the fuck she's starting to give me the creeps.
"Hi Mary Jean," I plaster a fake, not scared at all smile on my face. Stay on her good side…
I keep up the happy facade and pass by her to walk to the nurses' station when I'm fifteen or so feet past her she speaks up, halting me in my steps for a moment.
"You may think you have it all figured out but God has his intentions, you just need to stay out of the way."
What is that even supposed to mean? I give her an additional smile and carry on my way. She's really going downhill lately.
Her words start to resonate with me, what are his intentions? And stay out of his way? I'm not in the way of anything. Am I?