Nick Jordan.
Powerful, arrogant, handsome.
Zoe Hanna was in love with Nick Jordan, not just him but everything about him.
She loved the way he strolled around the ED, like a captain controlling his ship. The way he commanded his staff turned her on. His power attracted her to him, like a moth to a flame. He had everyone bowing down to his every command, never questioning a single call he made, he had everyone's full trust and knew exactly what he was doing at all times, what his next move would be – like a well planned game of chess.
She loved the way he'd back her slowly into a wall when they were arguing, then snog her senseless just to shut her up. He'd pick her up and take her there and then, knowing that he was the only man that induced those mix of feelings in her. He was oh so arrogant, with every right to be. One wink from him and she was weak at the knees. The power he held over her as a woman frustrated her but made him ever more attractive to her; he reeled her in and kept her with a firm grasp. She loved the way he undressed her, when he wanted to be gentle, kissing his way along her body until she was a quivering wreck of pleasure. He was the only man that knew about that spot on the back of her neck, the only one who had ever bothered to find it. Conversely the way he ripped her clothes off in the heat of the moment always kept her coming back for more, the way his hands grasped her hips and his kissed burned into her lips.
She loved the vulnerable side to him, the side that only she saw. She loved him when he was in charge; his day to day demeanour, the one that everyone knew and trusted. She loved him when he was angry; not a frequent sight but one that many people had saw, when his jaw tensed and stood up straighter than normal. His vulnerable side was only for her though; when he left her presents in her locker, tokens of his affection that were special to them. When he kissed her goodnight, running his hands through her hair and sending shivers down her spine. When he whispered "I love you" into the darkness of their bedroom when he thought she was asleep, his arms cradling her form as she smiled into the abyss. Only she knew that he cried when he spoke on the phone to his mother, or that he liked to eat spaghetti hoops; that he was a neat freak, but, she supposed that was a give of most surgeons.
Zoe Hanna knew all the faces of Nick Jordan; she knew him when he was at his best and worst, at his highest and lowest and when he was in sync with her.
There was nothing about Nick Jordan that she, his wife, didn't love.