A/N: I started writing this awhile back because I was bored and I posted this at the SCRUBS board and received so much great feedback, so I decided to continue this. This is only the first part but I have at least five or six more parts planned after this so I hope you guys like this.

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It's Routine

Do you know what you do to me?

Do you know the pain you put me through one minute when I see you flirting shamelessly with another woman, and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach the next when I get a glimpse of your dimples when you show that sexy smile?

Do you know how bad I want to kiss you when we pass in the hallway or how much I want to scream at the flirting nurses when I see their efforts? "He's mine! Stay away from him! Don't you know he is taken? Yeah that's right... I've tamed the wild Dr. Drake." But I remain quiet, seeing the slight smile at the corner of your mouth.

You know I'm watching.

You know I'm jealous.

That makes you flirt all that much more. The nurse in front of you blushes at your comment and touches your arm gently. You quickly find some reason to move your arm, removing her hand; I smile.

I walk to the nurse's station, standing across from you and begin writing on the patient's chart in front of me. Standing where I am to hear the conversation more clearly. She shoots me a nasty glance, noticing that your attention has shifted to watching me.

I feel your eyes on me as I work, pretending not to notice. I want to lean over and kiss you firmly, giving this nurse a piece of my mind.

But I don't.

I act like the two of you aren't standing there. I am content with my charts and ignoring you. But I no longer can when I feel you walk up behind me, the nurse still standing across from me. I blush a profuse red, feeling your warm breath on my neck as you tower over me. I feel her icy glare and give my own sly smile.

It's only a matter of time, you told me only the night before. Only a matter of time before they find out that we are together. Only a matter of time before they realize we are in love. Only a matter of time before they find out our secret.

We're engaged.

You asked me just a few nights before to be your wife.

Did I ever think we would be here? Never. You were the perfect example of the man I promised to protect myself from. You are the perfect example of the man that I love with all my heart.

You say nothing. You smile at the nurse still standing; staring. She suspects. You walk away. We will talk tonight.

At home.

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Seven minutes. The exact amount of time it takes for you to take a shower at night. You walk out wearing only a towel forgetting, quite conveniently, your clothes. You send me your sexy smile and run a hand through your wet hair.

You are standing, staring into your underwear drawer only teasing me. I want to escape my place on the bed but I can't. I'm on the phone, like I am every night at this same time. Twenty four hours ago I was going through this same torture. You grab what looks like a pair of boxers, wink at me, and walk back to the confines of the bathroom.

I can't take it anymore. I say goodbye into the phone, never waiting for a reply and follow you, but by the time I reach my place next to you, your face is covered with frothy, white foam and you are poised with your razor on your cheek. I've missed my chance… again.

I walk out the door defeated and head toward the kitchen to make dinner. This is a new experience, the two of us living together but we are adjusting.

A few minutes later, I place your plate in front of you and take my seat next to you, our arms and legs touching. Both dying for our bodies to intertwine now rather than later but our resolve holds out once more. But not for long.

Soon we are lying together in our bed, the blankets wrapped around us, and I'm watching you sleep.

It's our routine.

It will be the same tomorrow.

And the day after that…

And the day after that…