The following morning. Diana heads to the changing area giggling. Gracie falls in step beside her.
Gracie: Wow, you're in a good mood this morning. Did you get some?
Diana: Hahaha...well.
Gracie: Please, do tell. I have a six-year-old and three-year-old. I thrive in imagination because getting any action is miraculous.
Diana: Work first, let's talk during the coffee break.
(She hurriedly changes into her scrubs and shoes. She lingers at the mirror longer...even applies a fresh layer of lipstick and perfume)
Gracie: (To Diana's retreating back) I don't know what earth-shattering catastrophe has brought forth whoever this is, but I hope it keeps happening.
Diana: Bye....
(She walks by the breakroom, meaning to grab a coffee. She walks in and finds Jake standing by the coffee maker. He turns when she enters. He sets down the cup and holding out his hand. She smiles and takes his hand. He walks to the door and closes it. Then, draws closer and encases her in his hands, hugging her tightly. She sighs and relaxes into his chest. At length he steps back and gently lifts her chin. She meets his eyes. He buries his right hand in her hair and leans in. She also snakes her hand to the back of his neck. He grunts and grinds his lips on hers. She moans a little. His hand fists in her hair, and he deepens the kiss. For some reason, tears well up in her eyes and she lets them fall. He gently gathers her even closer.
Jake: (Huskily, Barely louder than a whisper) Good morning.
Diana: (Still in a Daze) Yeah (He glances at her flushed face and grunts again).
Jake: God baby (He locks his lips with hers in a second passionate kiss.Whispering) I wanna take you home right now and love you.
(She innocently tucks her hands inside his shirt and caresses his torso. He grunts again, and backs her up against the wall. He kisses her a third time, more urgently. She moves her hands around him and tucks them inside the back of the shirt, caressing his back. He grunts, deepening the kiss and making it more demanding. She moans in response. The door bursts open and they guiltily separate.)
Gracie: Oh my God. I am so sorry Jake (Diana turns, faces her friend)... Wait what?
Diana: Gotta go, ward rounds.
Gracie faces Jake squarely
Gracie: (Cheekily, pointing at his shirt) Are you going to button that up?
Also...what?
Jake: (Buttoning his shirt) Got to go...rotations.
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Diana's Choice
Roman d'amourA young medical intern has to choose between the type of love that feels familiar and what she believes to be true love.
