౨ৎ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with overbearing parents, an ex who left her heartbroken, a green eyed rich boy, a chaotic best friend and a pair of twisted sisters.
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chapter nineteen━can't fight biology season seven, episode four
❝ did she actually use the word hostile?❞
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"Crap!"
The brunette woman buried the heels of her palms into her eyes with a groan, the morning sun spilling into the room from beneath the curtains.
The man beside her's eyes flew open. "What?"
"Crap, crap, crap, crap!" Aliya spoke rapidly under her breath, her head still on his pillow that didn't even smell like him, seeing as he slept on the right.
Which was handy, seeing as she always slept on the left side of the bed.
This whole unspoken arrangement thing was working out very well for them, so it seemed.
"What!" Jackson now darted upright in bed, his eyes scanning around the room for some sight, any sign, of danger. "What's going on? Are you okay?"
"No!" Aliya cried, her hands falling down onto the bed sheets with a sigh. "I forgot to do my laundry!"
Jackson paused, staring down at her on his bed, where she was buried in the sheets. "You forgot to do your laundry? That's what's been keeping you up at night?"
"Yes, Jackson, that's what's been keeping me up at night." The Levine woman spoke with an over-exaggerated sigh, grimacing up at the ceiling, looking down on her as if it were mocking her for not being a very good adult. "I have no clean underwear! This is a disaster!"
Jackson smirked, despite the panic mode Aliya was currently in. "You can borrow a pair of—"
"Don't even finish that sentence." Aliya held up her hand, because there was no way she was going to wriggle into one of his boxers. "There's no way—"
There was no way in hell!
Jackson seemed to find her squirming pretty amusing. "How long have you been up thinking about laundry?"
Her eyes flickered over to the alarm clock on his bedside table, reading 7:45am, doing the mental calculation in her head. "Um— maybe three hours? And, I haven't just been thinking about my lack of clean underwear, just so you know."
"Humour me." Jackson grinned, propping his head up with his arm. "What else has been going around in that head of yours?"
A smile tugged up on the corner of her lips against her will. "What do you wanna know?"
