April wiped the tears from her eyes and the saliva off her mouth, his kiss. She chastised herself over, and over, and over again. Kissing Ethan was stupid and unprofessional. He'd made a choice with what he wanted to do with his life; and his choice was Vicky.

When she arrived home, she tried to relax but couldn't. April paced, attempted to read a magazine, turned on the television, anything to rid herself of the embarrassment she felt. She'd look at something and then immediately feel the surge of desperation and sickening mortification.

"Ahh!" she finally screamed out.

It was immature, but it helped with the icky feeling she had.

…

Ethan couldn't control the guilt he felt was painted all over his face. Vicky had nearly caught him kissing April, she hadkissed him, she had initiated this entire mess, but then he kissed her back. Oh, how he missed her mouth, her lips, her taste. But here he was phony kicking it with his girlfriend, smiling and pretending like he wasn't periodically licking his lips to get a small hint of April. Replaying his betrayal like porn in his head.

"Ethan? Are you listening?"

"No," he thought, "Oh Vic, I'm sorry I've had a really long day and my head is throbbing."

She smiled sympathetically and kissed him on the forehead.

"I think I'm going to take off," Ethan said.

He was doing his best to fake his illness.

"You sure? You could let me take care of you," she answered seductively.

"Thanks," he said leaning in to give her a quick peck, "But I don't have it in me tonight."

Vicky smiled and nodded as she walked him to the door. As soon as he got outside, he sat in his jeep trying to figure out his next move.

"Go home, go home, go home," he whispered to himself.

He started the car and began driving, but as soon as he was supposed to take the exit to get to his apartment, he passed it.

…

April had just finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, when she heard the door. She grabbed her robe and loosely tied it around her waist. She looked through the peephole and gasped. She wanted to scream again as she shook the willies out of her hands.

"I'm just going to act like I'm not home!"

He pounded on the door again. The sound making her jump. She wasn't going to answer the then she looked down and saw the handle turning, the deadbolt slowly reversing its stance on the door. He still had a key!

"Ethan!"

There was nowhere to run. He shut the door behind him and stuffed his keys in his pocket. April stood frozen in her kitchen. He didn't speak. Her heart pounded and her cheeks bloomed cherries. Ethan took off his jacket and threw it on the floor before quickly walking towards her and pulling the back of her neck in, pushing his lips against hers. It was April's eyes open in surprise this time, an ambush she wasn't expecting, but just like him, she gave in. Her fingernails glided over the shaved patches on his head. The touch gave him goosebumps as he exhaled a moan in her mouth. April could feel him harden against her leg, their bodies pressed together in desperate embrace. He quickly snatched his mouth toward to her neck, as he used his hands to pull off her robe. He pulled her panties off and unzipped his pants before pushing her to the floor. He still had his mouth consuming her neck before burying himself deep between her heat. An effervescent moan escaped their mouths. He avariciously plunged himself into her, setting a pace that would seem as though they had no time at all. April couldn't contain the cries coming from her mouth as they were in perfect unison with Ethan's hips drumming against hers. Their skin and bodies moving in waves. But it was a pace made for speed not endurance as he began to splinter in his movements. His normally perfectly coifed hair falling into his eyes. He was close and began speaking. April couldn't make out what he was saying, he was speaking Korean. His frustration taken out in his mother tongue as he resentfully came inside her.

Whatever this was, it wasn't about her. Ethan avoided her eyes, stood up, and zipped his pants before looking to see where he'd thrown his coat. April sat up, she took a cue from him and began looking for her robe. He looked down at her on the floor as she positioned her robe back on. Silently staring at one another. April began to speak, but Ethan turned to the door opened it and left.

…

Ethan was rethinking his decision to stay on the same shifts as April. He adamantly didn't want to see her. For him, last night was a final chapter, she had tortured him enough hanging around his sister and then that kiss, the only solace he took in any of it was knowing deep down she was still in love with him. He could have her whenever he wanted. Catching glimpses of her at work was no longer necessary.

"Hey Mags."

"What's up Dr. Choi?"

"I-uh-think that I will take you up on that shift change with April."

"-Oh, don't worry she asked me for the change this morning, today is your last shift together."

Ethan should've been relieved, but he was discordantly surprised. Just then he spotted her at one of the terminals. He stared at April far longer than someone who was just asking to avoid her not a moment before. She was avoiding eye contact with him, April saw him but for her the entire thing was whiplash, embarrassment, followed by swift confusion. What Ethan did wasn't a booty-call it was fuck-drive-by.

But the hole burning in April's face from Ethan was too much to ignore. Damned the instinct to look at someone whose looking at you. She glanced up and he looked as though he wanted to talk to her, he began walking towards her.

"April, Elsa needs an assist in one," Lanik stated casually.

Like fire had been lit under her ass April moved quickly, and Ethan stood like an idiot with his mouth open. He had left her on the floor but somehow, he was still chasing her. The rest of the shift was the same uncomfortable exchange of power, mostly Ethan losing it to April. For April's part she was more focused on her case. An inexperienced medical student and a situation she couldn't have wished on a meaner couple. The widow fell apart in her arms and Elsa stood by almost as if she was in denial too. The grief counselor came to collect their patients' wife and April went to log her notes in the computer.

"How'd she do?" Lanik asked.

"As good as can be expected, but it never gets easy you know."

"You make it look easy," he remarked.

"-Uh, thanks…I think," April answered,

"-No, I just meant you have a way with people, you make them feel safe, you're kind."

April almost blushed.

"Thanks, but it never gets easy, that woman is having the worst day of her life."

"Days like this I like to run it off, other days I put on my favorite comedies, sometimes I just get a drink," he confessed.

"What kind of day is today?"

"Definitely a drink day, that death came out of nowhere."

April had finished typing up her notes and was getting her jacket and purse from under the counter.

"Well, you know what they say," April stared.

"What?" Lanik asked.

"You don't have to do today again."

He smiled as she walked off.

"Hey April, I'm headed over to Minx's for a drink, you're invited to join me, if you want."

"I'm kind of beat."

He nodded again in conferment and April scurried away to grab the elevator. Not seeing Ethan already on it.

The weight of their encounter stepped on with her. The buzz of a dying light and the thickness of silence was beginning to be too much, finally Ethan said;

"Do you think we should talk about yesterday?"

"Which part? The breakroom or my apartment?" April asked.

They were both staring forward.

"It wasn't right, I think it was a good idea you put in to switch shifts."

"Well, I mean I don't know…you know now after what happened there might be a future for us," She said to turning to face him, "I know it couldn't have been easy to break things off with Vi-."

"I didn't break up with Vicky," He said turning to face her, his face was stone, "-and I don't have plans to, I needed to scratch an itch and I did."

The elevator dinged and Ethan got off, April stood planted in place, feeling sucker punched, searching the ground for what was left of her dignity. She followed a moment later and saw Lanik getting into his car.

"Dr. Lanik!"

He turned to see her.

"You know I think I will get that drink."