Page 40 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “I do feel it. But what if this is the wrong time? What if we mess this up and Samaj suffers?”
Right then, “Let It Flow” by Toni Braxton came through the speakers, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Well, shit, you hear that? Let it flow like Toni Braxton saying. Even she’s telling you to stop fighting this. And I’m not letting any of that be our story.”
Before she could argue, I pulled her lips into a slow and deep kiss, tasting the wine on her lips. She dissolved into me, her soft hand holding the side of my face. For a moment, the whole world narrowed down to just this. Just us. When we finally broke apart, our eyes were low and lips between our teeth. We were wearing the same expression.
“My God,” she whispered against my lips.
“Yeah.” I rested my forehead against hers. “My God is right. You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
I was about to respond when we heard a car door slam in the driveway. My brows furrowed, and I watched both of us instinctively reach for weapons, her from under the cushion, mechecking my waistband. I shook my head and smiled. She got sexier by the gah’damn minute.
“You expecting somebody?” I asked, already feeling my body ready to respond if I needed to. I prayed it wasn’t a ex or anybody I’d have to put on they ass.
“No,” she said, with a frown lines so deep it scared me. “It’s almost fucking ten o’clock. Whoever it is has lost their damn mind.”
The doorbell rang, followed immediately by heavy knocking.
“Sametra! Open up, I know you home.”
I remembered that voice from the hospital. Only because it sounded like he smoked cigarettes for his entire life. I felt Sametra go completely rigid.
“It’s fucking Ashe,” she whispered, fire in her eyes.
“I know,” I said, helping her stand. “But you’re okay. I got you.”
I stepped close, hand finding her waist, other cupping her cheek, grounding her without a word.
“Just open the door,” I murmured. “I’m right behind you.”
She nodded, smoothing down her sundress as we walked through the house. I stayed close but slightly back, not wanting to escalate things immediately but ready to step in if needed. I counted to five because seeing the fear in her eyes had me ready to crash out.
Sametra unlocked the door and opened it. Her face was in scowl, and I thought it was cute. She looked at him in disgust, and rightfully so.
“Ashe, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I came to check on my son. He ain’t answering my calls or messages.”
“First things first, you can’t just show up here whenever you feel like it. This is my home. Make this the first and last time youdo it. Secondly, you have some nerve coming to check on him. He’s been home for over a week.”
“Bruh, where’s my son? I ain’t tryna hear what you got to say.”
“He’s sleeping, like a normal damn teenager,” she said, firmly opening the door completely. “Ashe, it’s after ten o’clock. Grow up.”
“Okay, wake him up and let me see him. It’s my right. I need to talk to him.”
“Okay, wake him up?” she mocked, leaning back on her heels. “Are you high? You absolutely have no rights to anything in this entire fucking house. Get the hell away from here.”
Ashe attempted to force his way in, causing her to shriek and move. But before he could get too far, he bumped right into my chest. Little ass nigga. I shook my head as I looked down at him.
“My lady asked you to leave. You should probably do that before you really piss me off even more than I already am. You just ruined a good fucking night nigga.”
He didn't need to know what we were doing, but I wanted to be petty. He needed to know he’d fumbled a good thing.
“I was in the middle of feeding her banana pudding.” I added, just to twist the knife.
Ashe's face went from hostility to complete shock, then quickly back to anger. “What the fuck? The doctor? You got the doctor up in here? Bit-”
