That Night in the Break Room

I'll never forget that night in the break room at the hospital. It was supposed to be a quick cigarette before my shift ended, but he was there too, my colleague, the one I've always admired from afar. We got caught up in conversation and before I knew it, our lips were together. The chemistry was undeniable. We moved to the supply closet; behind locked doors, we didn't stop until long after I should have gone home. Every touch sent a shiver down my spine, every moan louder than the last. Afterwards, all I could think about was how wrong and right it felt, and if I'll ever find someone who ignites that fire in me again. Is this just lust or something deeper? What do you think?