chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

26 - cigarettes and coffee

third person pov

"no gigi- listen, we didn't-... gigi."

y/n, finally stirring from her slumber, caught wind of andres worked up voice on the other side of her bedroom door, hand reaching for the empty space he had once been in reflex.

"no.. gigi, what do i do? what do i.."

the males voice trailed off as he padded down the short corridor, y/n's eyebrows furrowing in question as she blinked herself awake. gigi. why was he calling gigi at- she held a wrist in from of her face with a gentle sigh.. okay, 12:37 pm was a reasonable time. she'd slept for almost a full day.. jesus.

"-i don't know, but seriously.. god, i'll just talk to you about it later yeah? what?"

y/n inched forward towards the door on the edge of the bed, listening in curiously to the conversation. what? it could be important! like work.. or something.

andre groaned outside the door, y/n could almost picture the way his eyes squeezed shut, hand going through his hair in frustration as an annoyed sigh left his parted lips. her head shook itself automatically. stop thinking about him like that. stop thinking in general.

"seriously? she's sick, we're not gonna-" he stopped, light snort sounding after gigi had finished talking. "..i mean i guess.. fine, but nothing like- yeah i know. alright, see ya in a bit."

y/n threw herself back on her side of the bed, soft covers draping over her face gently as the door creaked open and andre stepped in. "i made you coffee."

y/n turned her head, eyes peeking over the edge of the blanket in slight interest. "..how'd you know i was awake?"

his face split into an entertained grin as he strolled over to the side of the bed. "you don't move while you sleep, but suddenly there's all this rustling. see," he tapped his head. "smart."

she pulled the covers from her face with a slight grin, eyes passing over the other. his shirt was wrinkled, tie completely removed leaving the few top buttons of his shirt open, jutting collarbones slightly visible underneath. the sleeves of his shirt were pulled messily to his elbows and his hair tousled with clear signs that he'd attempted to control it but given up midways through.

he sat, bed dipping next to her under his weight and fingers snapping in front of her face. "what, too mesmerized by me?"

y/n shrugged, eyes meeting his with a beguiling sparkle. "what if i was?"

he leaned forward, smirk flourishing over his lips. "well then we'd have a problem."

"why's that?"

"because your coffee is going cold. here." he chuckled, taking the steaming mug from the wooden bedside table and handing it to the other. she mumbled a small thanks before sipping, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. "fuck that's good." she hummed happily, both hands wrapped around the ceramic as warmth flooded through them. bliss.

"fucking better be. i worked hard on that."

"i'm sure you did."

"damn right. how're you feeling?"andres eyes trailed over the other whilst waiting for an answer, light smile growing. even now, just awake and out of sorts, she looked fucking angelic. bright sun poured through the thin veiled curtains, casting the room in a fresh natural glow. her eyes sparkled, her skin radiantly glowy and her hair ruffled and sticking up every which way.

she shrugged simply, fingers tapping absentmindedly against the steaming mug. "alright. throat hurts, head hurts, nose running. just a cold." she hummed with a gentle sigh, stretching out her legs to drape over his.