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Continuing to pout, you hold on as he rolls your office chair toward him.
“Don’t be a meanie,” you sulk, as if the doctor had personally offended you and not the random cat from the video you two had been watching.
“I was hardly being a ‘meanie’ and merely stated a fact. That cat couldn’t manage the jump onto the counter because it was too fat,” he reiterates. You continue to keep your back to him and he chuckles, pushing your hair away from your neck and laying his chin on your shoulder, “But I never said it wasn’t cute.”
You snort, then laugh, eagerly reaching back. You feel the corner of his mouth raise in a soft smile as he presses his cheek to your palm.
His voice is a hum when he speaks, “Thank you for today’s lunch.”
“You deserve it.”
The statement is obvious whether you’re taking today’s actions into account or not. Zayne is a paragon of everything a doctor should be.
Today’s example? He had to postpone your original lunch plans because of a new patient of his. The man had undergone a big procedure and Zayne didn’t want to leave the hospital in case there was an emergency or if there was something else that prevented the patient from getting adjusted while he was out.
Hearing his reason for canceling, you decided to bring lunch to him, happy to spend any time with him, even if it meant he’d be called away at any minute.
As fate would have it, the patient is well and Zayne wasn’t needed, therefore you two have been able to enjoy an entire lunch together, giggling over silly videos on your phone and chatting about the trip you are planning for next month when things are expected to be less busy at the hospital.
You’re in such a good mood, you don’t even mind that the end of his lunch break is looming ever nearer.
The casual thought makes you check the time and Zayne tenses in surprise when you shoot up straight in your chair.
“Is everything alright?” he inquires, concern lacing his voice as he watches you stand.
“I’m late! I didn’t realize your lunch break was over. I told Jenna I’d have that report in before 4 and I’m not exactly close to finishing it,” you frown, wondering what compelled you to empty nearly all the contents of your bag in Zayne’s office during your visit.
While helping you get yourself in order, he offers, “I’m sure there’s a computer here in the hospital you could use. Even mine, if it’s that important.”
“I would, but I left the paperwork related to the report on my desk back at the Association. I wouldn’t be able to complete it without referencing it and I can’t reference it if I don’t have it on me.”
“I would offer to drive you—” he begins and you cut him off, touching his forearm.
“You have work to do,” you reassure, “I promise, I’ll be fine.”
“Let me call you a cab,” he suggests, “Otherwise you’ll be exhausted from running back to the Association and pass out at your desk before getting anything done.”
You accept his offer only because he has a point. You begin to open the door before suddenly turning on your heel. Zayne has his phone in hand and stops abruptly, having intended to escort you out.
“Is there something else?” he asks, a small frown between his eyebrows.
You stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, then quickly change your mind to find his lips instead.
He is by no means a stranger to your kisses these days, but the suddenness of this one takes him by surprise and he tenses for a split second before sighing softly and hooking a finger under your chin, his other arm closing around your waist as he draws you closer.
When you two part, he looks at you with those piercing eyes turned soft from your lingering affections.
“What was that for?” he asks, his voice only slightly teasing.
“I enjoyed our date today, Dr. Zayne.”
“Well… I’m glad.”