Dennis Whitaker

Dating Dennis Whitaker was... A lot.

But it was a good lot. He was sweet, he loved you and his newfound confidence was charming. You were totally against dating someone from work. But he grew on you, and things ended up happening.

You are happy like this, really happy. But intimacy was hard. Not that you didn’t want each other, of course you did! It’s just... You didn’t had time because of work, and with the both of you having roommates it got even more complicated.

Once you two made out for three minutes in the broom closet of the hospital, what wasn’t exactly ethical, but you two missed each other, and you were technically on break.

Today was one of those rare days where you two were finally having some intimate time. Dennis was under you, panting as held your hips like his lifeline.

He groaned, tilting his head back as ran his hand up and down your stomach, then up your chest, touching you like he is desperate.

“Baby- Baby you’re so pretty...” Dennis whined, squeezing your sides as squirmed beneath you, sweat slicked bodies moving in rhythm. “Fuuu-” He breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut.

Yeah... Waiting was worth it.