A Late Night Incident at Work

I never thought I'd be caught like this. It was late one night and the hospital was quiet. He had been my patient for a few days, recovering from surgery. We started talking more than usual, catching up on life outside of his illness. One evening, after everyone else left, we were alone in the break room. The atmosphere was electric with unspoken tension. Before I knew it, he leaned in and kissed me. It felt wrong but right at the same time. Now, weeks later, I still haven't brought up what happened that night. Do you think it's too late to talk about it now?