Okay, so this is quite old and was the first drabble i had ever written before. Enjoy! :D
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She told him there was no way that he could make her smile.
He smirked and walked out of her office, telling her he would be back after lunch to prove her wrong.
She just rolled her eyes and went back to her work.
It was a bet.
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The brush of his hand against hers as he took a file from her.
The way his blue eyes had a familiar way of piercing through hers, reading her very soul.
The expression on his face as he managed to save yet another patient’s life.
How she secretly enjoyed their battles of wit, especially when it meant close proximity.
The somewhat pleasant electric shock that coursed through her body when he bumped into her, grabbing her arm to steady her.
The way he put all his energy into trying to correctly diagnose his patients.
The feeling that spread through her when she realised he only stalked her when she was on dates because he wanted to protect her.
His hands on her skin when she asked him for help with her injections.
How he smiled when they were alone together in her office, with no one else around for him to impress.
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The memories bounced gently around her mind. She couldn’t help it. She smiled a little.
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He came back into her office a while later asking her whether she was prepared to lose.
She just looked up at him and raised her eyebrows.
There was no way she was going to tell him that he’d already won.
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She told him there was no way that he could make her smile.
He smirked and walked out of her office, telling her he would be back after lunch to prove her wrong.
She just rolled her eyes and went back to her work.
It was a bet.
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The brush of his hand against hers as he took a file from her.
The way his blue eyes had a familiar way of piercing through hers, reading her very soul.
The expression on his face as he managed to save yet another patient’s life.
How she secretly enjoyed their battles of wit, especially when it meant close proximity.
The somewhat pleasant electric shock that coursed through her body when he bumped into her, grabbing her arm to steady her.
The way he put all his energy into trying to correctly diagnose his patients.
The feeling that spread through her when she realised he only stalked her when she was on dates because he wanted to protect her.
His hands on her skin when she asked him for help with her injections.
How he smiled when they were alone together in her office, with no one else around for him to impress.
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The memories bounced gently around her mind. She couldn’t help it. She smiled a little.
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He came back into her office a while later asking her whether she was prepared to lose.
She just looked up at him and raised her eyebrows.
There was no way she was going to tell him that he’d already won.