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Waking up late, you curse quietly to yourself when you find a text from Zayne asking you to bring his laptop to the hospital if you have the time, otherwise he’ll come pick it up at lunch. Apparently a lot of the hospital’s computers are still down due to the Wanderer attack that you had been part of getting under control last night. The aftershock of the attack had caused strange outages several blocks out from the point of attack, so you aren’t super surprised to hear the hospital was also affected.
Not wanting Zayne to give up his precious time, you quickly shoot him a text that you’re on your way while hurriedly getting ready. In a rush, you shrug into one of his button-ups and messily tie your hair up, glancing in the mirror for no more than a second before scooping his laptop up and rushing out the door.
When you arrive at Akso Hospital saying you’re there to drop something off for Dr. Zayne, everyone’s moods seem to shift. You hadn’t expected such cheerful attitudes, considering the situation with the computers, but you don’t think anything of it until you bump into Dr. Greyson. At first, he greets you with his usual big smile and wave. But when his eyes widen and his cheeks flush a soft pink, you’re more than a little intrigued now.
“Whoa…” he says, looking down at his tablet, “I mean, hey. Are you looking for Zayne? I heard he just finished with a patient, so he should be in his office now.”
You thank him warily, directing yourself to Zayne’s office. A little flustered by everyone’s attention this morning, you’re more than relieved when you enter his office and he looks up at you, smiling faintly…
Only to be hit with a new wave of crippling embarrassment when your own boyfriend double-takes at you, his ears turning a faint, nearly imperceptible shade of pink.
“Did I wake you?” he frowns, “You should have stayed in bed and rested. You worked hard last night.”
“No, I’m great! I was awake ages ago, I just left my phone in the other room and didn’t see your message until later.”
Shifting awkwardly under the weight of his stare, a moment passes before a slightly more mischievous smile graces his lips. Walking around his desk, he sits at the edge of it with his arms crossed as he looks at you, “I would believe you, but in that case, I would also have to believe you intended to make such a bold statement. Why else would you purposefully choose to wear the only one of my shirts with your lipstick stains on it?”
He gestures to the collar.
Looking down, you notice the deep red marks along the collar of the otherwise stark white shirt, most of them smudged, some very clearly the defined shape of a pair of rouged lips.
Your face and neck burn with heat when you finally realize why people looked so amused and alarmed when you’d come in.
“I…I just grabbed one and ran. But, Zayne, the date that this happened on was last week… why was this even hanging in your closet in the first place?”
Although the pink color still lightly dusts his ears, he speaks nonchalantly, “ I meant to take it to the dry cleaners, but I couldn’t bring myself to have the marks removed yet. Besides, I have plenty of other shirts that aren’t stained. The chances of you grabbing that one were… small.”
“Not small enough,” you groan, walking toward him and dropping your face into his chest, “Everyone in the lobby was giggling.”
He puts his arms around you and chuckles, “Well… I’m sure this has satisfied some people’s curiosity about our relationship. Perhaps they will finally stop prying for details.”