Flipped
Another day meant I was back to work. Which was all fine, but Nate had the night off. That meant that he had the night off to recover and I was here walking through the halls with the pain of the lashes. It turned me on, but there was no certainty in me that we would hook up again. I was walking through these halls almost aimlessly. It was a slow night tonight and I had caught up on all my work and my patients were happy. All I really had to do was roam and think. Would I be okay if he never...
Reluctance