Milka's point of view

As the clock ticked toward 2 a.m, the ward stayed silent. No call lights, no accident emergencies. Just us. And I was super grateful for that.

I excused myself to "fetch some fresh blanket," but really, I just needed a moment in the supply closet to compose myself. Leaning against the shelves, I pressed my thighs together, feeling the ache. My nipples were hard points under my top, and my ass felt full, sensitive from all the subtle swaying. What if he touches me ...