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    “Good bye Imani, please take good care of my brother, I’ll be back tomorrow.” 
    “Of course I will, we have a number where we can reach you at if he comes around right?” 
    “Yes I gave it to the day nurse, and please call me right away, I’ll come any time.” 
    “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 
    “Goodbye.” Elena strides to the elevator disappearing behind the doors when they slid shut. I can’t wait to be alone with Marcus and I’m glad his sister has gone home. God Imani! How can you be so selfish? What is your damn deal? 
    I close the blinds to the small window that faces my charting station and shut the door. Once again I administer Marcus’s scheduled medications into his IV and touch his warm, soft hand. Leaning down close to his mouth I have the urge to bite his perfect full bottom lip. What the hell, I’ve never bitten or wanted to bite anyone before!
    What. Is. Wrong. With. Me? 
    I reign in my compulsion and whisper to him instead, “Hi Marcus, it’s Imani, I’m back tonight.” Chewing the inside of my cheek I try to think of a good excuse to touch him, well he could use a shave. Yes a shave it is. I can’t believe nobody has done this in the four days I’ve been off; he’s going to look like a lumber jack pretty soon if no one does it, albeit the sexiest lumberjack who ever lived. I move the oxygen cannula from his face and lay it next to him on the pillow. Hitching my hip onto the bed next to him, I settle in and enjoy the heat from his body against mine. I inhale and blow away the anxious butterflies in my tummy; his hair flutters from my breath. Foreign feelings spark through my body. I try to calm myself before smoothing the shaving cream over his face and neck. Carefully I drag the razor along his neck while tilting his chin and rotating his face around for a close shave. Taking my time I enjoy touching him in such an intimate way while he sleeps. The job could have been done much quicker and I feel a little guilty for purposely drawing it out but that doesn’t stop me. I can’t get enough of him. When I’m finished I place my hands on either side of his face and feel the smooth skin that is now exposed. Wow he’s breathtaking with a clean-shaven face. I’m not sure that’s even possible. I brush a dark curl of hair from his forehead and notice he has a gash at the hairline that isn’t clean enough for my liking. I grab some alcohol and small pieces of gauze to clean his wound. I talk to him in a soft, low voice, explaining every move I make as I clean and bandage him up. Yet again I can’t resist the urge to be closer to him and I lean down to rest my cheek against his. When I do his warm breath tickles my neck and I turn to press my lips against his.
    OH. MY. GOD.  This is so wrong! What am I doing?
    I hop off the edge of the bed and rush to replace the oxygen, clean up my mess and leave the room. This is ridiculous; I’m out of control, maybe I should trade patients with another nurse…. no… I can’t. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching him. I’m being incredibly possessive with my mystery man, I feel like yelling,  “He’s Mine!” I’ve clearly lost it.
    The rest of my shift I keep my hands to myself, it’s difficult but I force myself do it. When my shift is over I again find myself wishing I could stay. Brynn, his day nurse today informs me that his sister arrives around 9 a.m. every day. Well at least I know he’s not alone, it almost makes it bearable to go home and sleep…almost. I’ll be back in a little more than twelve hours although it seems like forever…

Chapter 3
    At home I wash my face, tie my long, thick ebony hair in a knot and grab a bottle of water before curling up in my bed for a little while before I go to sleep. I hold off on taking my sleeping pills for now and pull my iPad from the drawer in my bedside table. The blank screen begs me to Google Marcus’s place of business and after a moment of