"Ooh my---"
Rebecca twisted so quickly around that she may have pulled a muscle. Her mouth dropped into a horrified gasp at the sight of her fellow intern and with a flash she was behind Euan, using the pillow to smash and hopefully hide her face. Of course it was too late, of course they'd seen her and oh God! Now she was going to be labeled as the Tarty-Intern-Who-Maybe-Slept-with-her-Mentees-in-the On-Cal-Room. They would call her a much better nickname than that, but her embarrassment did not allow for creativity at the moment.
Even though she'd heard some mumbling and the door shut, Rebecca kept her face hidden in the pillow, feeling that if she pulled away she would burst into tears from the shock and shame of getting caught. Oh, God, how had she been so happy a moment ago and now completely and utterly miserable?
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