“Now it’s you who has the wrong person. I’m just a shy virgin, looking for love in all the wrong places. Like hospital hallways, for example.” I can’t help myself. I move my fingers up her thighs, pressing down on the stiff material of her scrubs. I feel her quiver. I feel the heat of her.
Higher and higher, I move, and then lean in again. Our lips brush for the barest moment. I want to taste more of her. But then her hand is on my wrist.
“Don’t,” she sighs. “This is—this is just too crazy. Please, what’s-your-name, back off.”
Tilting my head to the side, I step back. “It’s Angelo,” I tell her. “Angelo De Maggio.”
I watch for any sign of recognition, but she just nods. I walk to the nurse’s desk, grab a pad of paper and a pen, and write down my cell number. Then I return to her and pre
