That Thing Between Eli & Gwen

“What kind of name is Guinevere, anyway?” I whispered to myself.

“God, I’ve missed you,” an intern said as she kissed down a male nurse’s jaw.

He began to lift her scrubs.

I sat up. “Does this look like the set of Grey’s Anatomy to you?” I yelled.

They jumped and ran so quickly, I was sure one of them fell on their way out.

Picking up my phone, I went to settings, then screensaver, trying once again to change the damn photo, but once again I couldn’t do it.

Damn it!

Just then my phone rang. “Dr. Davenport speaking,” I answered.

“So, I figured out how you can make it up to Gwen for being an ass,” Logan said. “She’s moving into a new place. I was going to help, but—”

“Not interested. Goodbye.”

Why the hell did he have to help everyone, for fuck’s sake? I was worried that if Logan really did become a doctor, he would become way too attached to his patients.

Buzz. My phone vibrated as he texted me.

Why, God? Why?

Guinevere

Sometimes I hate this damn city. I looked up at the brick building that was to be my new home. A few million dollars for a decent-sized condo on the Upper East Side, and my realtor had even tried to make me raise my budget; it was freaking ridiculous.

“What do you think, Taigi?” I asked as I shifted the box in my hands.

As always, he was less than impressed, but at least this time I couldn’t blame him. I looked back in dismay at all the boxes left in the U-Haul. It was going to take a while.

Maybe I should have hired movers? I thought as I entered the building.

Taigi whimpered as his paws slipped and slid on the smooth marble floors.

Laughing, I grabbed his leash as we waited for the elevator. Luckily, the floors on our level weren’t as shiny.

34B was at the end of the hall, and just as I gripped the handle, I heard another door open behind me. Turning, I came face to face with Dr. Asshole himself.

His blue-green eyes stared back at me in confusion. He glanced at the box in my hands, then at the door, and finally back to me.

“Please tell me you aren’t moving in.” He frowned.

“Please tell me you don’t live there.” I pointed at the door behind him.

His lips formed a straight line, and it looked like he was grinding his jaw.

Taigi, wanting attention as well, ran up to him and started to sniff, rubbing his nose all over his jeans, which only made him sneeze on the fabric.

Good boy.

“Urgh! God damn it! Can you tame your wolf?” he yelled, waving him away.

“He’s a Siberian husky, not a wolf, you big baby,” I replied, dropping the box in the hall and pulling Taigi, who sneezed on him again.

His eyes widened and one eyebrow twitched as he glared down at me.