Page 82 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
We stared at each other for a moment, both of us smiling.
“I miss you,” she said, bashfully.
“I miss you too. It’s crazy how attached I feel to your ass.”
“I know right? You’ve spoiled me with attention and affection. I’m not used to that.”
“Physical touch and quality time are my love languages and I love sharing both of those with you, Wynter. You’ve quickly become my best friend with your goofy ass.”
She laughed. “I’m only goofy because you create a space for me to just be myself. The person I am when I’m alone. The girl that dances around her bedroom in her underwear or recites movies word for word because I’ve watched them so many times. I’ve spent half my life feeling alone and that feeling came back when I moved back here. I don’t feel alone with you.”
She sniffled and swiped a tear from her eye.
“You don’t ever have to feel alone again, baby.”
She smiled faintly. “I know. I feel it. God broke the mold with you, Jaxson Pierre.”
I wanted so badly to say I love you in that moment, but that would be crazy. Still, as crazy as it felt, if felt just as natural. I was anxiously awaiting the day I could utter those words and mean it with my entire fucking chest.
The weeks were rolling by. I looked up and I had been back in Silver Run for four months.
I was now fully settled into my job at St. Ambrose and loving every minute of it. Just like in Colorado Springs, I felt fulfilled and that was one thing I worried about. I was a person that liked to be intentional about things, especially work. I poured so much of myself into my old clients and St. Ambrose was a place where I could continue to do that.
Silver Run was finally beginning to feel like home and so was my house. After freeing my parents’ ashes, the space felt lighter. Even with a whole renovation, there was still a heaviness in the air and I think it was because their spirits weren’t at rest. All my father wanted in this life was to be with the woman that owned his heart. Putting them back together for the last time did that.
I still have some feelings toward him, but what could I do about that? He wasn’t here to hear my grievances. I’d spent mostof my life talking to one ghost and I didn’t want to start talking to another. Instead, I’d been journaling my feelings and leaving it where it was. Once that journal was full, I planned to burn it and release all the negativity.
I had too much to be thankful for.
I had life. I had my career, my aunt, and my cousin. The cherry on top was the man at my side. Jaxson was wonderful. That man was everything I could possibly want rolled into one amazing human. I was so blessed to have him, Jamari, and his family as part of my circle. With them, I found a surrogate family. Every Sunday, I was invited to dinner. Even Sundays when Jaxson had to work, Ms. Tabitha made sure I came over to eat with them.
She loved on me the same way that she loved on Asia. At any given moment, she would smother my face with kisses or randomly hug me. The first time she did it, I locked myself in the bathroom and cried because I went so long without that kind of affection and I was missing it from my aunt.
When I told her how it made me feel, she told me whenever I needed a motherly touch, she was there. She then proceeded to smother me with kisses, even having Kacie and Jamari join in. Jaxson snapped a picture of the interaction and now it was the wallpaper on his phone. He said he had all his girls in one picture, and it made my heart smile.
I was so in love with this man and fear of rejection made me keep it to myself. Every time he hugged me, my stomach did backflips. Every time he kissed me, my knees went weak. Every time he made love to me, I fell that much deeper into him. I had peace like no other with that man and I more than deserved it.
“Baby?”
I jumped at the sound of Jaxson’s voice.
“Huh?”
“You okay? You were standing there all zoned out.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking.”
I went back to plating the breakfast I cooked. He walked over and wrapped his arms around me from behind. Like always, a smile spread across my lips. He placed tender kisses to my neck as he caressed my midsection.
If I’d never felt confident in my thicker frame before, I did now. This man loved rubbing on me. Whenever we slept together, he had to hold me until he drifted off to sleep. I didn’t complain because being in his arms gave me comfort. I slept so much better when he was near.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, kissing my temple.
I was quiet, contemplating telling him how I felt. He pulled the plate of bacon from my hands and placed it on the counter before turning me to face him. He caged my body between him and the kitchen island, peering down at me.
“Talk to me, baby.”
“I… I…”
