He Poses As a Paramedic

He Poses As a Paramedic

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Being a Paramedic was a hard job. You never really know what you signed up for until you were already in the center of it. Risking your own life sometimes to save someone else's. It was exhausting. But incredibly fulfilling. I had many choices. My mum, bless her, wanted me to become a model. She always flipped through those magazines and pointed at a guy advertising a cologne of some kind. My dad however always expected me to take over his business. He sold the new top-notch medical equipment and owned himself a few very big hospitals. He wasn't someone I wished to be. I made that clear when I graduated from university with a Ph.D. in paramedical sciences. I loved medicine, and all that came with it. What I didn't like was the hospital environment. I felt my expertise lie somewhere more in the field. First hand. I wanted to be the first one on scene. And I certainly was for a young girl with a head injury. Anna.
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That one night changed everything. atleast for me... A sexual assault, a unwanted pregnancy. Life changing events, that leave Anna's life tumbling down. She leaves her old new life to start over. Pregnant, traumatized and alone. If that isn't enough, what is the deal of that guy from her new workplace who keeps picking fights with her? --- the moment we face eachother I feel his lips press down on mine. not soft or gentel. He kisses me with anger, frustration, but also passion. and I oblige. I barely feel the cold tiles as max presses me up against them. after some time the heated kiss turns slower and gentel, but not any less amazing. we both breathe heavy as he rests his forhead against mine. "God you dont know how long I wanted to do that" he wispers out of breath, and propably more to himself than to me. "Me too"

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