That One Night at Work

I'll never forget that night when I was working the late shift in the hospital. My ex-wife had just finalized our divorce a few weeks ago, and the loneliness was starting to weigh heavily on me. I didn't expect it when she walked through the emergency room doors with a broken leg from an accident at home. She looked so vulnerable, so different than the woman who left me. We hadn't spoken since the court hearing, and here we were in such close proximity again. As she was being taken away on a stretcher for x-rays and treatment, I felt a sudden surge of desire mixed with guilt. I excused myself to the supply closet nearby, locked the door, and let my hands wander over my own body as I thought about her. It wasn't long before I climaxed, feeling both ashamed of my actions yet strangely relieved at the same time. I knew it was just a momentary escape from reality, but it left me questioning whether my attraction to her still lingered despite everything.