Finding Faith by Ysabel Wilde

Grace so long? It never failed that whenever the ER called to do a portable she would take forever getting back because her flirting would distract her. She can’t help it. In that respect she’s like a guy thinking with her vagina. Plus, she was helping me avoid Dickhead, who I couldn’t seem to get away from.
    On nights I worked with him, which unfortunately for me seemed to be every night, I was a nervous wreck. Back when we dated and wanted to find a place to hide and have sex we never worked together. Now I couldn’t escape the scum bucket.
    My heart rate picked up and I felt a panic attack setting in. Geez, what the hell has that man done to me?
    I could only clean down the rooms so much and pace before I went manic. It was a rather slow night. If it wasn’t a big drinking night the injured patients were cut down considerably.
    As I was about to wear another groove into the ancient yellowed floor with my pacing, I heard the sound of angels singing in the hallway. Well, okay not angels, the portable machine, but to someone who’s about to go nuts wanting something to keep her busy it felt like the same thing.
    “Did a lemon truck have an accident with a bleach truck while I was gone?” Grace sauntered in wrinkling her nose. The X-ray cassette was dangling from her hand like she had all the time in the world.
    “The poor guy could be dead already with how fast you move,” I grumbled snatching the cassette from her. “You really want to visit me downstairs don’t you? Who did you run into this time?” I snapped.
    I walked away shaking my head at her, not waiting for her to tell me.
    I went into the magic transporter that Mike loved and was taken to my safe haven. Instantly the orange glow in the room settled my heart back down where it belonged, letting me relax for a minute. After I slid the film onto the cold silver tray to get developed I turned to lean against the counter, resting my head in my arms wishing I could be anywhere but here.
    I was already irritated because of the way I made John leave and now I had to work with Brad again. This night was horrendous.
    I hadn’t been able to get John out of my head since the night I kicked him out. The look in his eyes when I asked him to leave made me want to crumble. I never figured I would care about him not being in my apartment, but now that he had been there I wanted him back.
    It had only been about a week but I felt like the hole that had been patched up after I moved here had been knocked down with a bulldozer. I had a constant ache in my chest that just wouldn’t go away. I wasn’t sure I would be able to rebuild the wall this time. Seeing him made me realize how much I missed him.
    I could still feel the heat of his lips brushing against mine. The pressure of his tongue sweeping along mine sending tingles down my spine, our breath mixing together making us one. He was always so caring and concerned with what I wanted. He was the best boyfriend I’d ever had.
    Those big arms that had always made me feel safe all those years ago brought those memories crashing back. How I wished his arms were around me now to help push everything bad away. I would do anything to have them wrapped around me, hiding me from Brad’s evil accusations.
    Sometimes when you wish for something hard enough it can feel like it’s truly happening even though you know it’s impossible. I could feel John’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. The body heat that I had remembered from the night he came to me after the bar flooded back into my senses, making me get a knot in my stomach, wanting more.
    His faint, clean, musky smell lingered in my nose. Soft open mouth kisses were sprinkled along the back of my neck, causing me to stiffen with a need that shot down into my pussy with a wetness that I couldn’t stop. It all felt too real and I didn’t want it to stop.
    I started to weep quietly. This room gave me the chance to let it out without witnesses, the orange