LEMAR • P.O.V

As I pushed the clinic door open, the familiar scent of antiseptic and mint fills my sense as I stepped inside.

The sun filtered through the large front windows, casting bright, golden rectangles across the waiting room floor.

I pause for a moment, absorbing the morning light, feeling the quiet hum of that energy signaled the beginning of another day.

"Morning, Dr. Marshall" called Lisa, the receptionist; her cheerful smile brightening the room. Though I had yet to earn the official title, everyone had taken to calling me 'Doctor', a nod to the long hours and dedication that marked the final stretch of my residency.

"Morning Lisa" I reply, voice steady, though inside I'm carrying a storm of thoughts.

The end is near—just a few more months and I would be finished with this chapter. The idea felt both exhilarating and heavy.

Moving to the break room, I set down my bag and glanced at my phone. There is a text from Asia, sent just an hour ago:

"First surgery today, wish me luck!✨"

My lips curved into a small smile. Asia is in her last year of residency at the city hospital, a place as bustling and chaotic as the clinic was calm.

I imagine her dressed in scrubs, hair pulled back in that tight ponytail she wore when she was focused.

"You're going to do great," I typed back, adding a quick thumbs-up emoji before sliding the phone into my pocket.

The morning passed in a blur of patients and procedures. Each extraction, filling, and consultation was a test of my skills and endurance. My mentor, Dr. Mendez, observed from time to time, offering a nod or subtle raise of the eyebrows— a silent code we have developed over months.

I appreciate the small gestures; they were reminders that I am ready, I had come a long way  from the uncertain student who had first walked these halls.

By noon, the clinic was a hive of activity. I wiped my brow as I stepped out of Room4, having just finished a difficult root canal. Lisa hands me a chart for my next patient, and I take a moment to look through it, details blurring slightly as my thoughts drifted to Asia.

She had always been my anchor, the one who reminded me why we had chosen these paths—paths that sometimes felt like endless marathons.

My phone buzzed again, this time a picture of Asia in the hospital hallway, eyes gleaming above her mask and the words, "All done. It was incredible."

Watch man nice clean woman.

My heart swelled with pride. She had done it and I know she is one step closer to her dreams.

Asia was picked to fill in as a scrub nurse today, the hours leading up this day filled her with anxiety. I'm just happy she did great and fully got her fear through the door.

"Almost there" I whispered to myself, the anticipation of the future mingling with weight of the present and for a brief moment, surrounded by the sounds of the clinic and the knowledge of Asia's success, felt like the challenges ahead would be worth every second.

• • • • • •

Later that evening I stood in our apartment kitchen, the scent of garlic and rosemary wafting through the air as I stirred the pot of creamy mushroom shrimp pasta.

The warm glow of the overhead light cast a cozy sheen across the room, illuminating the place I have set with our favorite dish and some red wine.

Mi rass di Gee turn hopeless romantic fi gyal child.

Ignoring my inner thoughts, I glance at the clock— just a few minutes before Asia would walk through the door. The anticipation made my heart thrum with excitement.

Tonight needs to be special, a moment where we could pause from our relentless schedules and simply be together. It's the first in two months since Asia and I got to sleep in the same bed together.

Lately she has been pulling longer shifts at work to help payoff her student loans. I offered to pay them in full but she refused, she wanted to feel a sense of responsibility by doing it on her own with hard work.

The click of the front door opening made me turn, a smile already breaking across my face as Asia stepped in, her eyes weary but bright. "Something smells amazing" she says, dropping her bag and walking over towards me.

"Glad you're home" I say softly, pulling her into my warm embrace. "Dinner's ready too".

"Mmm" she hums in my arms before taking a step backwards. "Let me go change quickly then come join you."

I nod in agreement, she slip from my grasp and leave in the direction of our bedroom.

After a few minutes Asia is back and we're enjoying our dinner together.

"Just a reminder that we're going to my parent's house next week to attend my grandmother's memorial" I say, with the fork midway to my mouth.

"Uhh. . . About that. I know we agreed on taking one week of PTO from work but Dr. Lincoln will be short another nurse whose PTO will crossover into mine so I took two days off instead of which means I won't be able to join you guys in Jamaica this year" Asia says.

This is the side to our relationship that I forgot to mention 'miscommunication'. And just like that this romantic randevu is over along with my appetite. I excused myself from the table with my half-eaten plate of food and returned it to the kitchen.

The screeching sound of the chair being moved, alerted me that Asia is about to follow suit.

"I told you it wasn't going to be easy taking off from work when we're always understaffed' she says, her voice steady but defensive.

"No, Asia. You mentioned it in passing. That's not the same as communicating," I shot back, my tone sharper than intended. I exhaled and ran my hand over my beard, trying to calm myself. "We've been planning this for weeks. You knew how much I was looking forward to us getting some time together."

"And I was looking forward to it too," she replies, her voice rising. "But my schedule isn't like yours Lemar. I can't just clock out whenever I feel like it. Patients need me."

I turn to face her, my jaw tightening. "I get that, Asia. I respect your work— I always have. But you didn't even try to let me know ahead of time. If I'd known, we could've rescheduled, or I could've planned something different for us at a later date."

Asia's lips pressed into a thin line. "You think I didn't try? I did! I begged my supervisor to switched shifts of another nurse, to give me the appropriate amount of time off. But we're short-staffed, and it seems to be a flu going around. I couldn't make it work, Lemar. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want to disappoint you."

My shoulders sagged slightly, her words softened the edge of my anger. "Disappointing me would've been better than springing this on me at the last minute. Do you know how it would have felt showing up at the airport to only find out you went back home instead of coming to Jamaica with me? ... with us? I would feel like you didn't care."

Asia stepped closer, her voice quieter now "I do care. You're never an afterthought to me. She reach for my hand, but I hesitate. "I know I messed up, Lemar. I should've been upfront, but I didn't know how to tell you. I don't like to let you down."

Yeah, something she does very often. Letting me down.

Nothing new under the sun.

But I'll hear her out this last time. I look down at her hand, then back at her face. I could see the guilt etched in her features, the weight was carrying. Slowly, I place my hand in hers. "I'm not mad about your job, Asia. I know how much it means to you. I just want us to communicate better. If something's wrong or if plans can't work out, I need to hear it from you at the earliest, not find out at the latest second."

She nods, a small tear slipping down her cheek. "You're right. I'll do better. I promise."

A crocodile tears dat enuh mi Gee.

For a moment, we stood there in silence. I sighed and pulled her into a hug. "I just wanted this time with you," I murmured.

Asia rests her head against my chest. "I wanted it too, we'll figure it out, Lemar. We always do."

That's the thing, I don't know if we can keep this up any longer.

I love Asia but apart of me feels she's hiding something.

Asia tilted her head up, meeting my gaze as she rested against my chest. "You know," she began softly, her voice carrying a mix of guilt and warmth, "we've spent too much of this night arguing. Let's make it better."

I look down at her, my brows still slight furrowed. "What do you mean?"

She slipped her arms around my waist, her touch soothing. "Why don't you join me for a bath? Let's just... let it go for tonight. We'll talk more if we need to, but right now, I just want us to be close. No stress, no tension."

I parted my lips to respond, but the gentle look in her eyes softened my resistance. I sighed, the weight of our earlier disagreements finally beginning to lift. "You're sure. I don't wanna push you if you're tir—"

"I'm sure," she interrupted, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Come on."

ASIA • P.O.V

Taking his hand, I lead him into the master bedroom, where the oversized tub sat waiting, framed by candles I'd lit earlier but forgotten about it in the heat of our argument. The soft glow filled the room with a calm ambiance, and the faint scent of lavender hung in the air.

I turn on the faucet, testing the water with my fingers until it was just right. Lemar stood behind me, watching as I moved, my earlier frustration melting away.

"You always know hot to calm things down," he murmured, stepping closer.

I looked over my shoulder, my smile growing. "It's a skill, and you're lucky I use it on you."

I slipped out of the spaghetti strapped silk dress, the weariness of my day as a nurse evident in my movements. Lemar is just standing there admiring me. "I admire your strength and resilience and, the way you still find space for me despite your demanding life."

"Don't just stand there," I tease, my laughter light. "Are you joining me or not?"

Lemar chuckles, finally letting the tension of the evening fall away as he shed his clothes.

We both ease into the warm water together, I leaned against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. The gentle ripples of the bath mirrored the rhythm of our breathing slow and steady.

"Tomorrow is another day," I whispered, my voice barely above a hum when I feel his growing bulge pushing against my butt cheeks.

"Yeah," Lemar replied, pressing a kiss on my damp shoulder. "But for now this is what we both need."

I'm not sure if he's referring to the peace and tranquility or his growing dick.

His kisses trace all the up to the nape of the back my neck then to the side. A soft lingering koan escaped my lips.

The soreness from earlier serves as a reminder that this cannot happen. The horniness growing more and more fonder as he slowly caress my clit with his fingers.

I can't do this.

The obvious arousal sparks a fiery flame inside of me, overpowering the warmth of the water we're in. My chest rise with every breath intake which comes in less than two seconds apart.

Lemar's fingers glide over the slip of my pussy in search of my entrance. He finds it and slipped two fingers inside. I winced and jumped to my senses.

I stood, grabbing a towel. I turned nervously to Lemar, who is watching me in an unexpressive way.

"Come on, let's go to bed. We'll start fresh in the morning. I'm really exhausted."

Lemar seems to have bit the bullet. With a quiet nod, he stood up and exit the tub, grabbing a towel for himself.

I've never felt this embarrassed with guilt before, Lemar doesn't deserve this. He's such a good and gentle person.

Sex is almost nonexistent for us. We barely see each other anymore because of my tight schedule that Dr. Lincoln oversees.

I love Lemar, but with distance the heart grows fonder for something else— someone else, someone near.

I sighed, slipping into my nightgown and climbing into bed. Lemar is quiet, he barely uttered a word since we stepped out of the tub. He climbed in on the other side and got himself comfortable. "I love you."

Seconds feel like minutes "I love you too."

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