"Had to drop something off for Jay."
Leo turns to me and smirks.
"Happy now?"
I nod, and a smile tugs at my lips, realising that he asked because he knew I was curious.
"Thank you," I mutter, collecting my stuff and letting myself out the car.
Rushing across the car park and into the hospital, I spot Lola walking towards the elevator and sidle up beside her.
She notices me next to her and immediately begins to tell me about some gossip that she's found out about some other nurses in another department as we get in the elevator and move up to our level.
When we reach our ward, we both hurry into the staff room, and although I am trying to listen to what she's telling me, I can't help but be distracted by my thoughts of Jaylen.
I think about him an unhealthy amount.
Even when I'm at home, he infiltrates my mind.
He's lit a fire inside of me, and he makes me feel things that I haven't felt before.
It's dangerous, and scary, but I can't find it within myself to care.
"See you later," Lola calls out, breaking me from my thoughts.
She leaves the staff room and I remain standing by my locker with a blush on my cheeks.
Quickly putting my things away, I make my way to Jaylen's room with excitement bubbling inside my stomach at the thought of simply seeing him, as if I don't get to do that every day already.
When I walk into his room, he's already sitting up in his bed, and instead of the usual hospital gown he's been wearing, he's dressed in a black fitted T-shirt that clings to his body, showing every sculpted muscle, and a pair of grey jogging bottoms.
"Morning, darling," he says, drawing my attention to his face.
His eyes coast down the length of my body as a smile spreads across his face, making a dimple appear on each side, giving him a cute boyish charm.
"Morning," I reply, completely captivated by how handsome he looks.
He runs his hands through his messy white-blonde hair and clears his throat.
"I got you something," he says, reaching over to the table beside him.
My curious gaze follows his movements and I gasp when I see a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his water jug.
He grabs the jug and pulls it closer to him, and I take a few steps towards the side of his bed, my eyes never leaving the stunning arrangement.
"I didn't know what flowers you liked," he states, looking nervously between the flowers and me. "I thought you can't really go wrong with roses, and then I had some forget-me-nots added because of the first book you were reading since you've been taking care of me, and you mentioned that your favourite colour is light blue."
A smile graces my face the more he talks.
The fact that he bought me flowers, remembered my favourite colour, and also linked them with the book I was reading warms my insides and has tears forming in my eyes.
"They're beautiful," I tell him, taking the jug from his hands and admiring the flowers through my blurred vision. "I love them, Jaylen. Thank you."
"Are you sure? I can get different ones if you—"
"No. I really do mean it," I add, cutting him off. "They'reperfect."
He sighs and chuckles. "Thank God for that. I was worried I'd get something that you hated."
