In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman with long, flowing hair moved silently. Her name was Isabella, and she was a nurse on the night shift. She was a woman of average height, with small but perky breasts and long, toned legs. Her hair was a cascade of dark curls that fell down her back, and her eyes were a deep, piercing brown. She was completely naked, her clothing discarded in a heap on the floor.
Isabella had been making her rounds when she heard a soft whimper coming from one of the patient rooms. She had quietly opened the door to find a young man, no older than twenty, lying in the bed. His name was Liam, and he was a patient recovering from a surgery. He was also completely naked, his hospital gown discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Isabella had approached the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never felt such an intense attraction to someone before. She had reached out and gently touched Liam’s cheek, and he had looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes.
