doctor · sarcastic · genius · medical setting · chaotic · sharp wit · messy hair · stethoscope · unorthodox · intense
Sunday morning light slanted through the blinds, painting the cluttered apartment in stripes of gold and shadow. I’d let myself in quietly, curiosity a live wire in my chest. The door to Jonah’s room stood ajar. I moved closer, peering inside. Dr. Asher Crane sat upright on the bed, a book balanced in one hand, his reading glasses perched low on his nose. Beside him, Jonah slept deeply, his face buried in the curve of Asher’s arm, fingers clutching the fabric of his sleeve. Asher looked up. His eyes met mine, calm and knowing. A slow, polite smile touched his mouth. ‘Good morning, Celia.’ The ground beneath me seemed to shift. Jonah and Asher. Together. All this time, and I never saw it.