Scrubs

Chapter 8; a

I finish my last rounds about 20 minutes early and just hang out until the end of my shift. After a couple of minutes a heavy body plops down onto the stool beside me and they sigh. I can already tell who it is just from his presence. I give Grey a side glance and see the cheeky grin he's giving me.

"Soo, how was your shift?" He asks as he lazily throws his arm over my shoulder onto the counter behind me.

"It was fine, yours?" I reply tiredly leaning back slightly.

"It's good now." I just roll my eyes and scoff at him jokingly. I check the time on my phone. "What? You got a hot date waiting for you at home or something?" He questions.

"So what if I do?" I challenge. He glares at me and rolls his eyes. "No, I don't. I just want to get out of here. I'm gonna treat myself tonight." I answer smiling to myself. He turns slightly toward me.

"So what do you plan on doing all night then?" He wiggles his eyebrows and nudges me. I shrug slightly and feel the heat rise to my face. I had planned on taking a bubble bath but his question causes so many thoughts to flash through my head, including a few of my fantasies about him.

Almost as if he can read my mind he shifts beside me and I swear I can feel the tension slowly building. He starts shaking his right leg which is very lightly rubbing against me and I can't help but grip the stool I'm sitting on from the anxiety and anticipation. I see him glance down to my fists and he wipes his palm on his pant leg. He leans back again and with the arm still behind my back I feel him lightly swirl the tip of my ponytail around his fingers and then tug gently causing a quiet gasp to escape my lips.

I glance at him just in time to see him close his eyes, clench his jaw, and inhale sharply which nearly unhinges me. I cross my legs to contain some of the heat and I can feel him smirking at me. Just then the night shift aide walks in and gets shift report from us. I clock off and basically run out of the building. I parked a fair distance away so I have quite the walk and I breathe in the crisp, cold air before making my way to my car. Fortunately there are no other vehicles near my car so I can take my time walking in the dark which I enjoy but am always too paranoid to do.

As I get to my car and reach into my pocket for my keys, my front is suddenly pushed against the side of the small vehicle and I freeze until a loose strand of hair is tucked behind my ear. "You're too damn fast. You running from me or something?" Grey whispers smoothly into my ear. I'm flipped around to come face to face with him. "Why would I be running from you" I shoot back a little snarky. He has my hands pinned at my sides and he bends down gently gliding his nose up along my neck from my collarbone to my jaw where he gently kisses and then sucks my skin.

I let out the breath I was holding in with a soft moan and he responds by pushing into me harder with his hips as he trails sloppy kisses up and down my neck. At this point I'm totally breathless and he takes the opportunity to slip his hands under my scrub top and up giving my breast a gentle squeeze and using his right to hold me still. I feel a sudden pang of guilt and gently push him away from me which he allows.

"We can't do this. I only just left Clayton, how would this look?" I say shakily. He's quiet for a moment before responding, "Fuck him. He didn't deserve you. And we don't owe anyone anything, stop caring so much what others think." I look to the ground still unsure. "Rissa, you can't deny that there's something strong between us, it's impossible to ignore. I just want one night to show you what you're missing out on. One night and if you decide you still can't, then I'll back off and I'll never say a word to anyone." I bite my lip and cross my arms. "I don't know. I don't want to be a bad person."

He steps forward and puts his hand on my face stroking my cheek with his thumb, a pleading look on his face. He then leans into me and places a soft kiss on my lips while pulling me in by my waist. I can't keep my body from responding and I kiss back which encourages him to slip his tongue into my mouth. As we make out I tangle one hand up into his hair and rest the other around the back of his neck. After a few moments I finally give in and break us apart. "Ok. One night.." He nods and pulls me to his car by my hand, opens his passenger door and basically shoves me in before closing it, running to his side, jumping in, and speeding away.

Although I've been to his place before the anxiety starts building and there's a deep fluttering in my stomach. I let him lead me up the pathway to his house and wait behind him as he unlocks it and opens the door for me. When I step in, the familiar smell engulfs me. I don't really know what to do so I just stand in the entryway looking around.

Not much had changed aside from a plant in the window I never noticed before and a blanket draped over the back of the sofa. I'm pulled from my thoughts when I feel a hand creep around my waist from behind and another sweep the hair of my ponytail off the side of my neck before a hot kiss is placed there. I shudder at the action and my previously busy mind goes blank.

He speaks lowly in my ear. "Shower with me." I can't even form any words so I just nod lightly as I'm sure we're both dirty from the long shift. He ducks into the bathroom and I hear the water start which makes my palms begin sweating and my throat dry out. When he returns he has discarded his scrub top and his tattoo is fully visible across his chest. I want nothing more than to take away whatever pain he was feeling when he decided to get it.

He's now in front of me with his boxers and scrub pants hanging low on his hips. I take him in from head to toe and back before my gaze meets his and he smirks knowing he has my approval. With how addicting this man is, it'll be a miracle if one night will satisfy my need for him.