I allowed a patient to touch me during my night shift.

It was meant to be a typical shift. The majority of the patients were asleep. But then I stepped in to see how He was doing. He has been teasing me all week, making little remarks about how nice I appeared in scrubs, the way I moved, and how gentle my hands felt when I checked his vitals. I brushed it off with a laugh each time... up until last night. I bent over his bed to fix his monitor. He took my hand, gently guided me down, and murmured, “I wager you’re not even wearing any panties underneath these.” and he was correct.. I hesitated for a moment. Then I sensed his hand move up my thigh. He slid two fingers beneath my waistband and discovered I was drenched. “You’re a terrible nurse,” he murmured. I didn’t prevent him. I allowed him to touch me in that dim room, biting my lip to stifle any sounds that might alert others. I fell heavily onto his hand, my legs trembling as he grinned like he possessed me.