Darling, You've Captured My Heart!

3

I quickly took a shower. I came out wrapped in a bathrobe.

Dylan put down his book. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses. He went into the bathroom.

I didn't know if he did it intentionally, but the glass door wasn't fully closed. There was a gap left open.

Orange light leaked through the gap. It carried an indescribable warmth and ambiguity.

Oh my God!

What did I just see!

Transparent water flowed over his broad, tan shoulders. It was filled with a strong sense of masculinity.

I took a deep breath. I felt the blood rush to my head.

I was going crazy!

I had lived twenty-six years. My knowledge of a man's body was limited to textbooks, educational videos, and some BL comics I secretly read with my roommates.

Seeing it in person like this was my first time!

I felt something churning in my stomach. I rushed into the bathroom without thinking.

"Dylan, I'm sorry! I really can't take it anymore..." I said.

He turned around in surprise.

"I can't hold it anymore..." I said.

To avoid something even more embarrassing, I had to pull down my pants under his intense gaze. I sat on the toilet.

I covered my face with both hands. I wished I could disappear into a hole.

I never imagined I would have diarrhea in front of the OCD Dylan.

There was only a thin misted glass between us. He could not only hear the sounds but even smell it...

"Are you okay," he asked.

I peeked through my fingers and saw Dylan come out. He stood in front of me, wrapped in a towel.

The veins on his waist and abdomen were like knotted branches, extending upward.

Combined with his fair skin, it wasn't jarring at all. Instead, it was enticingly seductive.

"Are you okay," he asked again.

His cool voice now carried a sticky wetness.

"Diarrhea after taking medicine is normal.

"You usually crave cold things. You ate ice cream and cold drinks this afternoon. That's why the reaction was stronger. You'll be fine after a few trips to the bathroom.

"Also, your hemorrhoids might hurt. You'll have to bear it..." he added.

I didn't want to talk to him!

He obviously drank more than I did. Why didn't he have any reaction?

...

After a restless night, I had no energy when I got to work.

While I was dozing off at the nurse's station, I accidentally overheard some gossip.

"Look at this, Dylan looks so handsome even in candid photos. I want to slide down his nose..." one nurse said.

"You? Forget it! You'd flatten his nose!" another nurse replied.

"I heard Dylan is already thirty-eight. He's at that prime age. Why doesn't he interact with women more?" someone else added.

"Do you think he might not like women?" one of them speculated.

"Maybe he has some secret reason..." another guessed.

Listening to their serious gossip, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Pfft!"

The nurses all looked at me.

"Ms. White, why are you laughing? Don't you like Dylan too?" one nurse asked.

I was startled. I wondered if the secret marriage had been discovered.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Your eyes are practically glued to him. Of course, you like him," one nurse said, laughing. "Besides, who in our hospital doesn't like Dylan, other than those who are already married?"

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

I only peeked at him a couple of times.

And they noticed?

"Ms. White, you're with Dylan every day in the clinic. You have more chances to interact with him than we do. Tell us, do you feel excited? Nervous? Flustered?" one nurse asked.

"I..."

They probably wouldn't believe me if I said no.

After all, Dylan was the hospital's most desired man.

"Of course I do! Countless times!" I joked.

"Ms. White, we think you're flirting, but we have no proof..."

"Ah! Ms. White, you wouldn't be sneaking around with Dylan, would you?"

"What are you saying... I'm just imagining things like you are! He's Dylan! He's so aloof, and he's a germaphobe. There's no way he would be with me..."

Before I could finish, I saw the nurses run away.

When that happens, it usually means the person we were gossiping about has arrived.

Oh no! Did he hear everything?