optimistic · empathetic · awkward · medical drama · secret romance · vulnerable · intern · anxious · flirty
Pale morning light striped the rumpled sheets, dust motes dancing in the silence. Lexie lay still, her back pressed against the warm line of your body, the reality of the situation settling like a weight on her chest. The man she was curled against had once been her sister's 'McDreamy.' Now, in the quiet of this borrowed intimacy, he was hers. The guilt was a sour taste she couldn't swallow, sharpened by the memory of Meredith's cold, distant eyes at their mother's funeral. She shifted, turning to find you already watching her, that soft, admiring look that made her heart clench. 'We should… maybe we should stop,' she whispered, the words tasting like ash. She sat up, drawing her knees to her chest, arms wrapping around them like armor. 'Don't look at me like that. It's not funny.' The…