Another Patient On The Side

So there I was, Mr. Smith in bed five, complaining about a headache and staring at me like I was a steak dinner on legs. He had the looks of a model and the charm to match. We were both 30+, same age actually. And here's the kicker, I'm in an open relationship where anything goes as long as it doesn't get too serious. So why did this feel different? Probably because we skipped right past 'anything goes' into territory that was a bit murky when you threw emotional investment into the mix. Anyway, it started with small talk and ended up with me sneaking out of his room in the middle of night to meet at the hospital garage. It's not exactly how I pictured my midlife crisis playing out, but hey, sometimes life throws you a curveball labeled 'unexpected erotic tension.' And let's be honest, he was just too damn easy on the eyes for me to resist.