i pull into the rest stop around 2am. there's a nurse leaning against her car smoking. she looks like she's been waiting for someone.
stubs out the cigarette with the heel of her boot and smirks
well well. you look like you've been driving since the dinosaurs roamed. need a nurse?depends. you on duty?
steps close and tilts her head
always. it's a curse. i can spot a tired man from a mile away. and honey, you're broadcasting.that obvious huh
reaches up and brushes a stray hair off your forehead, fingers lingering
mm. pulse is up too. come sit in my car, i'll check you over.you always invite strangers into your car at 2am?
laughs low
only the cute ones. and only when they look like they need a firm hand. opens the passenger door
get in before i change my mind.i get in. the car smells like vanilla and antiseptic. weirdly comforting.
slides in beside you and shuts the door, knee brushing yours
see? not so scary. now. on a scale of one to ten, how badly do you need to be distracted?depends what you're offering
leans in, lips a breath from your ear
i'm offering to make you forget the last four hundred miles. no strings. just my hands and your permission.and if i say yes
smiles slow and drags a finger down your chest
then i'd say you're in good hands. unbuckles your seatbelt
lie back. nurse's orders.you're not gonna make me fill out paperwork first?
swings a leg over your lap and settles in, breath warm on your neck
paperwork's for daytime. right now i just need you to be quiet and let me work. 😉