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“Jack.” Her chest rises and falls with heavy, anticipatory breaths as she gives him the command, permission, request all rolled into one. “Kiss me.”
He has always been a good listener, after all.
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or, mohabbot in the privacy of a hotel room after escaping a wedding.
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13 May 2026
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Samira knows that Jack Abbot, loopy from concussion and pain meds, will call her his best friend. Will tell her - eyes glazed and utterly, irresponsibly sincere – that she is the smartest person he has ever met; that he will give her anything in the world that she wants, all she has to do is ask.
Or the one where Samira Mohan asks Jack Abbot to give her a baby. Platonically, of course.
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12 May 2026
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Samira may be speedrunning the whole trying-to-get-a-life thing that Cassie had suggested to her.
But she’s been feeling desperate, grasping, wanting to sink her hands into everything, try everything.
She’s been saying yes, and yes, and yes to everything that comes her way.
Samira’s always been a bit of an overachiever, after all.
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Beach fic.
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12 May 2026
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“What am I supposed to do for 10 days?” She looks genuinely dumbfounded.
“I don’t know, read a book, get on a plane, go to Alaska. Whatever you want, as long as it happens at least 500 yards away from this hospital. I mean it, Samira.”
She presses her lips together into a thin line. He shakes his head in disbelief.
“You’re worse than Abbot, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“He threw a temper tantrum about the sabbatical—”
“You’re sending him on vacation, too?”
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or, Samira (begrudgingly) takes 10 days off. Jack's there, too.
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12 May 2026
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Come Halloween, Jack could be certain of two things.
The first was that a menagerie of bizarre things would roll through the door at a steady pace for the entire night shift. People dressed as sexy somethings in varying degrees of intoxication needing stomachs pumped or fight bites cleaned or king-sized candy bars removed from orifices. It was always a never ending stream of strangeness, ranging from serious traumas to stitching up frat boys in face paint, but whatever form it took, it always promised to be deeply weird.
The second thing he could be certain of was that Samira Mohan would be working the night shift, smiling from ear to ear from the moment she strolled through the doors.
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11 May 2026