Stares!

More eyes followed. A cluster of nurses at the station whispered, their gazes lingering longer than professional courtesy allowed.

One, a brunette with sharp features, bit her lip as she charted notes, her stare tracing the bulge that thickened slightly under the attention. I blushed deeper, my skin prickling with a mix of shame and something warmer, unbidden.

'Focus, Holly,' I whispered to myself in Tagalog, the words a small comfort in this foreign place. I busied my hands with vitals in a patient's room, the beeps of monitors drowning out the ache in my chest for home.

But even there, through the half-open door, I felt eyes on me—another coworker, a young orderly, pretending to restock while stealing looks at the way my pants tented just a bit when I bent over.

The glances built like a storm, each one making my pulse race and my cock twitch traitorously. I tried to ignore it, wiping down equipment with trembling fingers, the scent of antiseptic mixing with the faint, musky hint of my own arousal.

Homesickness twisted sharper; I missed the warmth of familiar arms, the laughter that chased away loneliness. Here, I was just the new girl, the exotic import with a secret that drew stares instead of smiles.