A Secret Affair At The Hospital

I'm thirty-five, working nights in the ER. Been single since my divorce a few months back. One night, met this guy named Mike, an ICU nurse. He had these eyes that made me feel so many things I thought were buried deep down. We started talking about our divorces over coffee breaks. It was just supposed to be support, two people who understood each other's pain. Then one night, when the hospital was quiet, he asked if we could go somewhere private for a while. Hesitant at first but agreed. Kissed him in an empty room, felt his hands on me like no one else’s ever did. Made love to him that night and again a few times since. Feels wrong but I can't stop thinking about it.