"How beautiful your breasts are," he said with a low sigh, leaning to nuzzle them.

Somewhere above I hovered watching him tenderly kissing my breasts and somewhere deep inside me I shivered.

 I smelled the strong red wine he liked to drink in the evenings. "Can I undress you", he whispered seductively.

I felt butterflies in my belly, he kept looking into my eyes, he was heavily drunk and I knew it. " Yes", I replied, I couldn't even hear myself. 

After I had my bath, I lay beside him. He cuddled me tight and I could hear his mild snores, it was a different feeling, I haven't felt this way for so long.

He would wake up midway, cup my breasts in his warm palms, and plant kisses on my neck. I was so excited that I found it hard to sleep.

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Lots of noise and voices in the room, I opened my eyes trying to absorb what was going on in the room.

The room was crowded and I was only in my pajama shorts and shirt. Lots of nurses and doctors mumbling in the room. I finally got up from the bed.

Where was Derek in all of these?. I reached out to one of the nurses,

"Excuse me, please have you seen Derek this morning?". She stared at me for a while and ask again, "Derek?". "Yes, Derek Cutler?", I replied. 

"Derek had a panic attack early this morning when the nurse came to give him his medications, sadly he passed away", she said.

I was confused," passed away?", when? how? Derek? We spent the night together! Something must be wrong somewhere!

"Where is Derek?", I started asking all the nurses one after another. I was losing it, this must be a prank, how did it happen. I couldn't control myself.

The nurses paid no attention rather they continued clearing the room.

"Derek Culter consumed a lot of alcohol which wasn't good for his health last night and this was the result", one of the nurses finally said.

"Be strong", she said to me and opened her hands for a hug. I slid into her arms lïke a baby and poured out tears.

Derek's belongings were being carried out from the room, his clothes, shoes, and then his paintings. There was a gloomy atmosphere in the room.

"Give me that painting", I told the nurse when she tried to take out Derek's biggest painting from the wall.

It was his most precious painting, a painting of an hourglass. He always said it counted his days in this world, reason while he hung it on the wall above his bedhead.

Was the hospital hunted or was it just his destiny to die?

Am I the next to die?

Am I next in the queue?

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This is my first book ever. Please be nice, drop comments about what you think, and don't be too harsh

                             Your young writer

                               Prettymildred.