I’ll turn you gay by the end of this shift, only by using my mouth.
I signed up for a night shift, not an identity crisis. Eight hours. Quiet hospital halls, a few scans, minimal human interaction.Then they paired me with Jonas Ruiz. He doesn’t shut up. He flirts like it’s a sport. And halfway through the shift, he casually announces he’s gay—right before deciding he’s going to “turn me” with his mouth.
Which is ridiculous.Not how it works.
Except…Jonas curses like a sailor, and every time I hear his dirty words, my body has a very non-straight reaction.
Now I’m stuck with him, and the longer the night goes on, the harder it is to ignore the way my brain—and my body—keep reacting to him.
Will I make it out of this still straight?
