Page 33 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
Skylar laughed. “Oh, no sir. You’re not blaming your lack of sleep on me.”
“Technically, I could blame it on you because you’re the one who kept me up all night.”
“Remember I gave control over to you last night. So, you could have decided to end our sexcapades at any time, and I would have followed your lead.”
“Oh, now you want to be a follower,” I teased.
“You literally asked me to do so. Now you get to go fill up on coffee and go to work. And you better not fuck up today. I don’t need another malpractice suit for you.”
“Never that. While this current suit is complete bullshit, I’m not mad at the fact that it brought me to you.”
“I won’t complain about that either. At least, I won’t complain about it anymore. That first day… I wanted to fucking strangle your ass.”
“The feeling was mutual,” I admitted. “But I would never put my hands on a lady.”
“That’s an important fact to know, but back to the topic… shouldn’t you be getting yourself ready to head into the hospital?”
I pulled Skylar on top of my body and held her tight. “I had a plan on how I wanted my night to go, and I didn’t have anything on the schedule, so I took the day off.”
“Oh, you did, huh? You were that confident?”
“Baby, I’m a surgeon. I was born confident.”
“More like arrogant,” she muttered.
I tickled her and she squealed and slithered in my arms like a damn snake, trying to escape.
“What was that?” I asked, laughing.
“Stop! You know I don’t like being tickled.”
I did know that from our previous night together.
I released Skylar from the tickle torture and pulled her close, her back pressed against my chest. The early morning light cast a warm glow over her bedroom, and I could feel her heartbeat gradually slowing as she nestled against me.
"So, Dr. Yerba has a day off. What exactly does that entail?" she asked, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm.
"Usually catching up on medical journals, maybe hitting the gym. Sometimes bothering my brother." I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Today, though, I was hoping to spend it with a beautiful attorney who's been occupying my thoughts."
Skylar turned in my arms to face me, her eyes searching mine. "I have to go to work."
"Call in sick," I suggested, hoping that she would play hooky with me.
“You’re in luck. I don’t have to play hooky because I had already planned to work from home today. I guess we were both hoping for a few hours of quiet.”
“Nahh… you knew your ass was going to get dicked down and you needed recovery time.”
Skylar buried her head in my shoulder as she pretended to stretch. She wasn’t fooling me. We both knew why she decided to work from home today.
Now, if only we could have more than a lazy morning and afternoon before this shit storm of a case hit, that would be a miracle. Skylar quickly picked up on the direction of my thoughts, which was crazy. The way she could already read m should scare me, but it didn’t.
“Nope. Don’t do that. Let’s enjoy today. The rest we can deal with later. I have my paralegal filing our Answer and shit will play out however it’s meant to. And by that, I mean, I will come out victorious at the end of the day. So, you focus on me today, work tomorrow, and the day after that… and I work on everything that I need to.”
“Now who’s the overly confident one?” I asked her.
“Well just like you know your scalpel skills; I know my shit when it comes legal strategy.”
"And I like that about you," I admitted, pulling her closer. "Even if it does remind me a bit too much of myself."
