Page 19 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“Very small. Asia is great at her job. Even if you don’t have a vision, she can help you find one.”
“I felt like I was erasing a part of me by gutting the whole house. But once I saw the mockup and the final design, I fell in love. I’m not crazy about being back in Silver Run, but I finally feel like that house is mine.”
“Think of it as healing. You’re taking something I assume holds a lot of pain for you and making it into something beautiful. Make it into the kind of home you wish you had growing up.”
“Why do I feel like you always know what to say to people?”
He grinned. “I don’t know. I guess, I catch vibes. I’ve always been able to read people pretty easily... well, most people. People tend to open up to me about things. It’s a blessing and a curse. I’ve had a few co-workers tell me their whole life story unsolicited.”
I giggled. “Well, I wouldn’t put that much pressure on you.”
He licked his lips as he stared at me. “I’d listen to you.”
“Why? Because you think I’m beautiful?” I rolled my eyes.
“That too, but I feel like you have a story to tell. Something about you feels… I don’t know. Familiar to my spirit.”
I swallowed, my heart beating faster. “Well… that’s the first time anybody’s said that to me.”
“I get the feeling you don’t give too many people the time to really get to know you.”
I hung my head. “You’d be right. I’m kind of a loner. My only real friend is my cousin, Tinka. I go out with her from time to time, but I really have to get out more. If I’m being honest, I have a little anxiety when it comes to people. I guess old habits die hard.”
The nozzle clicked and he put it back before capping my gas tank. Turning to me, he held a serious expression.
“Whose life is this? Yours or your anxiety?”
I sighed. “Mine.”
“Alright then. Now, I’ve seen Inside Out 2 with my niece. I’m not sure if there really are little colorful creatures running around in our heads controlling every emotion, but you have to live, Wynter. Life is too short not to live it to the fullest. Sometimes, you have to show your anxiety that you are in charge, and it doesn’t get to sit you down out of fear.”
I stared at him, not knowing what to say because he was right. I’d heard that same thing from my therapist and my aunt so many times. There was so much I wanted to experience that I was afraid to.
“I think you should add motivational speaker to your resume,” I jested.
He chuckled. “I’ve been told to get off my soapbox many times, so I don’t think that’s for me.”
“Well, you have a way with words, Dr. Pierre. I don’t know how often you come up from the morgue, but I’d imagine you have excellent bedside manners.”
“I do.” He stepped closer to me, and I felt my breath hitch. Damn, he smelled good. “Would you like some company today? I could feed you. I’m starving. I don’t know about you, but I love to eat and I didn’t have breakfast this morning.”
At the mention of eating, my eyes dropped to his lips. He had the perfect clit suckers and I bet he was a great kisser. I had to get myself together. It had been too long since I had some dick, and my pussy was thinking for me right now. I was about to say that I wasn’t hungry until my stomach growled and made a liar out of me.
“I take that as a yes?” Jaxson asked with a hopeful expression.
I closed my eyes momentarily before answering. “Yes.”
“Great. Do you have a preference?”
“I’m open to anything because I love to eat, if that isn’t obvious.”
He frowned. “Obvious?”
I motioned to my thick frame. “Don’t I look like I like to eat?”
He smirked. “Pardon my bluntness, but you look like you’dgeteaten. Only a dog wants a bone, Ms. Driscoll.”
I stood there stunned for a moment, my mouth partially open.
