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“Sometimes the grief-" She motions both hands in a wide cradle at her gut. "Feels like a stomach. And it's not hungry anymore, but it's not empty either. It's just been digesting for decades and nothing is moving, it's just simmering and building and it burns."
It takes a moment, but she steels herself enough to meet his eyes again.
She doesn't think she has any right to ask, but she's already cracked open- more than she's ever been with someone- so she does.
"Do you still feel that way?"
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5 times they connect and 1 time she sabotages it
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03 Jul 2026
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"Your standards sound pretty low," Samira replies back, even though her heart is beating so quickly it gives her a head rush. "Do you say that to every girl who asks for pictures of you shirtless?"
"No," Jack says, voice completely certain. Samira swallows. "No, Samira. Just you."
(or, maybe giving jack abbot her phone number was a very, very bad idea.)
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28 Jun 2026
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She looked over at him, startled, but Abbot wasn’t looking at her face, he was looking at her hands where they rested on the table, or maybe at something past her hands that she couldn’t see. “I thought— I mean, you wear a wedding ring,” she said hesitantly.
He looked up at Mohan, keen-eyed and sharp. “Well, I wear dog tags, too,” he said.
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Abbot and Mohan's unspoken situationship gets out of hand at work, and Mohan suggests a private conversation.
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25 Jun 2026
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He doesn’t stop looking at her as he carefully pushes a curl back behind her ear, the soft flush spreading across her brown skin growing warmer beneath his gaze.
“Sweetheart.”
She tilts her head up.
“You wanna come back here? You come back.”
His thumb brushes lightly against her cheek.
“I'll wait for you.”
The sides of her lips turn up, slowly.
“And if you wanna stay in New York," he continues quietly, refusing to look away, “then you stay in New York. Go be the future of medicine.”
at dana's thanksgiving dinner, jack admires samira.
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23 Jun 2026
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Abbot is all restraint, all talk and no bite. Samira knows he's been flirting with her, because she'd discovered weeks ago she's been flirting right back.
And if you think about it -
Eight months is a long time with just her fingers.
"Jack." Samira says and the reaction it elicits immediately sets her heart pounding. Dr. Abbot - Jack - inhales sharply, eyes widening. He takes a step forward, pure instinct driven, before stopping himself. And, oh. There's a power that she suddenly feels, coursing through her veins and setting her blood on fire.
"Walk me home?"
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21 Jun 2026