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“Fuckin’ good shit,” he says, voice gravel-rough. You manage a shaky little smile back and he laughs, low and dirty. The two of you smoke quietly for a few minutes, passing it back and forth until it’s nearly done. “Je-sus Christ, look at you.”
Your eyes are half-mast, heavy-lidded, but you can’t peel them off his face, off the way the porch light cuts shadows under his cheekbones, the way his lips wrap around the word fuck like it’s candy. You’re practically gawking at him and you know it, but the weed’s got your filter on vacation.
“You keep starin’ at me like that,” he says, arching one brow, “and I’m gonna have to fuckin’ do somethin’ about it.”
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“You shouldn’t.”
“And why is that?”
Shark inhales sharply, the finger on her pulse point pressing in deeper, “it’s dangerous.”
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How Dr. Park the Shark becomes less of a pain in the ass for the PTMC when he meets Emma.
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- Part 1 of Emma and Shark Things
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Dr. Park has always been categorically unshaken. His deathly precise skills are PTMC hall of famers and he commands his floor like an apex predator. The fear he's instilled in his colleagues is a mark of pride, but Emma Nolan in ED has never been afraid of him. Not as much as he's been afraid of her.
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Moments in time Dr. Park feels himself being painfully taken over by Emma Nolan in the slowest burn.
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“Get it together, Nolan,” he speaks right behind her. Right over her shoulder. Cold salt air grazing her jaw. “I don’t have time to babysit you.”
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- Part 2 of doctor shark & baby deer