porcia11
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Intro
I turned eighteen this January. A milestone. A number that's supposed to open doors, mark the start of adulthood, independence, all that. But for me, it just meant walking into a quiet, sunlit building filled with whispers, warm smiles, and the slow ticking of time-an elderly residence where I began my internship.
My name is Porcia. And this wasn't supposed to be anything but professional.
The first time I met her, she was sitting in a wheelchair by the window, wrapped in a faded shawl with bright, sharp eyes that saw right through me.
"You're new," she said without even looking at me.
"Yes, ma'am," I answered, nervous. "I'm Porcia. I'll be helping around."
"You've got kind eyes. I like you already."
That was how it started-with her approval. What I didn't expect was him.
Her son.
He came every day. Without fail. Always dressed too sharp for someone just visiting a care home. Hair perfectly styled, watch shining under the soft light, voice deep enough to make my thoughts scatter. He looked like he belonged in a high-floor office, not here... and definitely not giving me that look.
Eyes lingering too long. A smirk that curled like he knew exactly what he was doing. And then, the wink. That damn wink.
At first, I thought I imagined it. Who flirts with an 18-year-old intern in a place like this? But it kept happening. Every time I handed his mother her tea or helped her adjust her blanket, his gaze would follow me. And I'd pretend not to notice-except I always did.
I wasn't supposed to feel this way. He was older. Like, grown-man older. He had this calm, controlled energy that made everyone else in the room disappear. And me? I was just a girl in a stiff uniform, trying to keep her hands from trembling.
But every time he walked in, my heart kicked like a traitor in my chest.
This wasn't love. It couldn't be. But something was happening.
And neither of us seemed to want to stop it
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