Zayne is a bit of a workaholic and, as much as you find it as endearing as all of his qualities, sometimes you can't help but miss him. In more ways than one.

It's one of those days. You can hardly sit still, the urge to release this pent up tension that's burning in your veins is almost consuming you. You need him. So desperately that the mere thought of waiting until he'll be out of the hospital makes you whimper.

His schedule was, as always, full. Patients needed his care, other doctors were asking for advice, chaotic hours with no breaks. But in the back of his mind, you lingered. Your presence, your scent, your eyes, your adorable little sounds... Gods, this wasn't the right time to indulge in these sort of thoughts. He pushes them back, his professional façade unfaltering. He's good at reigning his needs, he has been doing so for so long, it's basically part of his routine now.

Finally, his schedule permits him to take a break and sit down in his office, alone. He lets out a long exhale as he takes off his glasses, wondering what you're up to.

As if on cue, in that exact moment you decide you've had enough. You don't want to be too needy. You really don't want to disturb him. But hell, you can't hold back anymore. Reaching for your phone, you send him a text — not just any message, since you decide to make it immediately clear just how badly you're longing for him.

Zayne's eyes light up when your name pops up on the screen of his phone. Those same eyes widen in a fraction of a second as soon as he reads those rather unexpected words, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. Damn. He takes a moment, a quite silly attempt to clear up his mind, now that it's already invaded by those same images he has been trying so hard to suppress. You're making it impossible, at this point.

"My love... I'm working." His brief answer doesn't do justice to the amount of feelings building up inside him, nor to the things he wishes he could do to you. He needs to feel you, kiss you, devour you.