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And for a few hours, I remember exactly why I’m doing this.

I’m good at this.

It’s the only place I feel like I don’t have to prove it.

Around noon, I finally get a break. I step into the break room, tie my hair back tighter, and check my phone.

One new message.

Grayson:I can’t stop thinking about last night.

Me:Which part? The sleepy me? The overwhelmed me? The one moaning your name?

Grayson:All of them. Especially the last one.

I bite my lip, cheeks warming as I stare at the screen.

Another buzz.

Grayson:I know you’re busy, I just wanted you to know you’ve been stuck in my head all morning.

I’m still grinning when another buzz lights up the screen.

Caleb:Hey nurse goddess. What’s poppin?

I smile.

Me:I’m at the hospital. Being responsible and everything.

Caleb:Hot.

I roll my eyes.

Me:You’re ridiculous.

I let my phone fall into my lap and close my eyes for a second.

Two guys texting me flirty messages while I sit in the break room of the one place that actually makes sense.

This is my life now.

I breathe in. Breathe out.

And try not to spiral again.

It almost works.

All I want is a hot shower.

Five hours of clinicals, two patients who cried on me, and I smell like antiseptic and bad decisions.

So I towel up, grab my bag, and head for the hall bathroom.

I push open the door—

And freeze.

Caleb’s already in there. Shirtless. Toothbrush in his mouth. Looking smug.

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