I've never been a whateverthehellophohe. I always took it as a compliment when guys hit on me. Now, I'm the one crushing on a dude. And I know I'm crushing hard, because my heart flutters whenever I spot the gorgeous male nurse making rounds and checking vitals. He's so fucking cute. I've jerked off one too many times in the bathroom imagining how good he would feel wrapped tightly around my dick. I finally decide to confront him in the nurses' station.

"Hey," he greets, looking up.

"Hey! Brandon."

"Of course. Griffin, Critical Care Nurse. But then you know that." He smiles shyly.

"Bet you didn't think I'd ever be wearing a white coat, huh?"

He grins.

"No, I didn't think you'd ever be a doctor. So the jock has brains."

"Guess so," I grin back.

"How do you like it here? Do they pay you well?"

"Not much, but enough to cover my living expenses and med school loan payments... But, life in Vegas is fucking expensive."

He nods, and I keep the conversation going.

I explain that since I'm specializing in Emergency Medicine, I'll be here in a supervised position for three to four years.

To my disappointment, the bleating alarm of the Code Blue speakers has him rushing off with nothing but a fleeting smile. It leaves me breathless.