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'The following morning, Frankie woke to the warm feeling of a naked man next to her. Spooned into Jack, her face lay against his firm back; her right arm under his, nestled in his soft chest hair. She could tell by his breathing that he was still deeply asleep. She lay there, just breathing him in, absorbing his heat and enjoying a closeness she had not felt for a long time. She didn’t really want to move, but she needed to go to the bathroom and she could hear Hercules meowing outside the bedroom door. Easing her arm out slowly and carefully, she rolled out of bed. Jack stirred and moved onto his back with his arms above his head, the sheet now just covering his hips. She stood for a moment and admired the gorgeous creature lying in her bed and wondered how she’d managed to restrain herself the night before. He was too good to be true.'
- Chapter 6
'Jack was stood at the bench, preparing to draw up drugs; he was still smiling. Frankie was starting to feel all twinkly inside, seeing his beautiful, white, straight teeth beneath those perfect pink lips; he looked incredibly hot in his scrubs.
'To whoever designed these hideous sacks,’ she thought, ‘I take it all back, it should be against the law to look that good in scrubs!’ “Jack, don’t you dare do that again! Especially in front of Gloria; she had already noticed the way you’ve been looking at me, and then there’s the picture up on the desk screen! We need to at least try to be discreet about this, otherwise we might as well...”
As her mouth was racing through everything she needed to say, Jack put down his syringe and walked towards her. She didn’t quite finish what she was saying before he bent down and kissed her, long and tenderly. She couldn’t help but kiss him back, she had missed him so much, and right there and then she didn’t care if they were seen. He slowly pulled just millimetres away from her, rubbing noses. Their eyes locked.
“Is that better, Doctor? I think we’ll both get through this day much happier, now that we’ve got that out of the way, don’t you?”'
- Chapter 9
'Slowly, Frankie took a couple of steps towards the chair, her eyes fixed on the hand that still hadn’t moved. Stepping closer, she saw legs, one crossed over the other, dressed in dark brown trousers, with checked slippers on the feet. Moving in even closer, her eyes travelled further up his thin torso, noting he was wearing a beige cardigan, with a cream shirt underneath, but no tie; her father had always worn a tie. His other hand rested on the other side of the chair. She swallowed hard and realised her mouth was completely dry. Raising her gaze, she looked at the sad, gaunt face staring blankly at the TV screen. She let out a short gasp; the man sat in front of her was barely recognisable as her father. This person wasn’t the tall, well respected, arrogant but brilliant surgeon she had known growing up; he was a shadow of his former self. Stripped of all his independence and dignity, he had become a sad, lonely, and pathetic creature who simply existed.'
- Chapter 31
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'To whoever designed these hideous sacks,’ she thought, ‘I take it all back, it should be against the law to look that good in scrubs!’ “Jack, don’t you dare do that again! Especially in front of Gloria; she had already noticed the way you’ve been looking at me, and then there’s the picture up on the desk screen! We need to at least try to be discreet about this, otherwise we might as well...”
As her mouth was racing through everything she needed to say, Jack put down his syringe and walked towards her. She didn’t quite finish what she was saying before he bent down and kissed her, long and tenderly. She couldn’t help but kiss him back, she had missed him so much, and right there and then she didn’t care if they were seen. He slowly pulled just millimetres away from her, rubbing noses. Their eyes locked.
“Is that better, Doctor? I think we’ll both get through this day much happier, now that we’ve got that out of the way, don’t you?”'
- Chapter 9
'Slowly, Frankie took a couple of steps towards the chair, her eyes fixed on the hand that still hadn’t moved. Stepping closer, she saw legs, one crossed over the other, dressed in dark brown trousers, with checked slippers on the feet. Moving in even closer, her eyes travelled further up his thin torso, noting he was wearing a beige cardigan, with a cream shirt underneath, but no tie; her father had always worn a tie. His other hand rested on the other side of the chair. She swallowed hard and realised her mouth was completely dry. Raising her gaze, she looked at the sad, gaunt face staring blankly at the TV screen. She let out a short gasp; the man sat in front of her was barely recognisable as her father. This person wasn’t the tall, well respected, arrogant but brilliant surgeon she had known growing up; he was a shadow of his former self. Stripped of all his independence and dignity, he had become a sad, lonely, and pathetic creature who simply existed.'
- Chapter 31
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