Jack Dawkins; best surgeon in town, and also the only man who has ever made you feel butterflies. You're in the carriage with your sister, telling her how she'll know if a man is the one when he kisses her.

You jump out of the carriage a second later, hurrying yourself to Jack, who's inside the hospital, doing his job. You end up in the supply closet, heavy breaths being swapped as you tug on his hair. You pull back slightly, attempting to speak as another deep breath leaves your lips, which had been conected to his for the past 8 minutes.

"We have to stop." You say, your voice sounding breathless. "Yes, of course." Jack replies quickly, his tone equally breathless.

"They will suspect." You continue, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, your eyes fixed on his as you both keep panting, trying to catch your breath.