Page 238 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Yeah, but I’d go through all of that bullshit again if I knew it would lead me right back here. With you,” he said, and I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “You’re it for me, Harlow. And I don’t care if three years from now we’re still in New York being chased around by paparazzi or if we’ve moved to a new city and are starting over. The only thing that’s important to me is you.” He kissed my lips softly. “You’re my home now. Everything else is just minor details.”

He was right.

If there was one thing I learned from this experience—besides the fact that Pam Lockhead is a total cunt—it was that I loved Scott. And I not only wanted to be with him, but I needed to be with him. Nothing felt right without him.

“I love you,” I whispered, and he kissed my nose.

“I love you, too, Frances,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.

“Ugh. Don’t ruin the moment with my awful name,” I scolded, but secretly, I loved it. I wanted Scott’s teasing and smiles to last a lifetime.

“We’re having a moment right now?” he questioned playfully.

“Well, we were,” I muttered. “We’re definitely not anymore.”

Scott laughed and flipped me onto my back before I could stop him. His large body hovered over mine as he grinned down at me. “You know what I think?” he asked and peppered my jaw with kisses.

“What do you think?”

“I think you need to follow your dream.”

“Become a stripper?” I asked in jest, and he chuckled.

“No.” He shook his head with a grin. “Your original dream. Although, please feel free to practice your stripping skills anytime. I volunteer as your lap.”

“And my pole?” I asked with a waggle of my eyebrows, and he licked his lips.

“Yes, motherfucking please.”

“Fantastic. It’s settled. I’ll become a stripper.”

He groaned. “Christ, the thought of you as a stripper is making it hard to concentrate, but you know what I’m really talking about.”

I did know. Scott wanted me to follow my original dream of becoming a pediatrician. And ever since we’d been in the middle of this media shitstorm, and I’d had to take a leave of absence from Gossip in the name of sanity, he’d been occasionally bringing it up. Not pressuring me, but just encouraging me and reassuring me with kind words.

I stared up at the handsome man above me and sighed. It was a dreamy fucking sigh, and I earned one hell of a Scott smile in return. Not only did he encourage me to follow my dreams, but he was also sexy and fucked like a god.

Damn, I really was the luckiest woman on the planet…

“You really want me to go to med school?”

He nodded, and his lips pressed soft kisses against my skin and his nose brushed my cheek as he did. “It’s your passion.”

“That’s a big commitment, Scott. I mean, before I could even apply to med schools, I’d have to study my ass off and pass the MCAT. And even if I managed to achieve that, who knows if and where I’d get accepted.”

“I’ll help you study,” he declared, and I giggled.

“Let me guess, naked study time?”

“Whatever it takes, baby.” He smiled against my skin. “I mean that. Whenever, wherever—”

“We’re meant to be together?”

He laughed and lifted his head to meet my gaze. “Well, yes. And I really appreciate your knowledge of Shakira. But I mean we follow your dream wherever it takes us.”

“That could be anywhere.” I searched his face for any hint of uncertainty, but he didn’t falter under my scrutiny. His mocha eyes stayed locked with mine. “What if I end up going to med school on the West Coast?”

He shrugged. “Then, I guess I’ll be working in an emergency room on the West Coast.” He smirked. “And reaping the benefits of you in bikini weather.”