"I can feel you breathing
With your hair on my skin
As we lie here within
The night"

The moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, casting its silvery light across the two splendidly naked bodies that lay so closely together. The fingertips of his left hand danced lazily up and down her smooth skin as her breathe warmed his shoulder. Her left hand squeezed his right, reminding him she was still awake, that she was still laying here with him. He kissed her shoulder softly, goose bumps spreading across his skin as she nestled into his neck.

"I'll pull those sheets
When it's cold on your feet
Cause you'll fall back to sleep
Every time"

8 hours earlier: He stood tall, dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit, waiting for his fiancé to walk down the aisle and become his wife. His wife, he was soon to be a husband. He was soon to be a husband to a beautiful, intelligent woman, who thought the world of him. He had always thought this moment would have meant more than this, he hated himself for thinking it. But he wanted more, he wanted wild, passionate, extraordinary love, but he knew he was asking too much. He was asking for too much wasn't he?

"Grow old with me
Let us share what we see
And all the best it could be
Just you and I"

She caught his eye from where he sat, her heart pounding in her chest in a way she was sure it had never done before. She was a heart surgeon, she knew a heart rate this high wasn't sustainable, but the question was, what should she do about it? Stand up and admit to him how she felt? Sit silently and forget she'd ever considered such a thing? Or stand up and run? Run… considering everything else that seemed like the most painless option.

"And our hands they might age
And our bodies will change
But we'll still be the same
As we are"

He watched as she walked down the aisle, a smile on his face, she looked beautiful. Her hair pinned up, curly strands falling down her immaculate made up face. This was what he wanted; this was his safe option, he could do this, he wanted to do this. His thoughts were interrupted as someone stood up, walking silently and seemingly widely unnoticed down the side of the church and out of the large, wooden doors.

"We'll still sing our song
When our hair ain't so blonde
And our children have sung
We were right"

She couldn't stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks as she left the church. She cursed silently, willing herself to stay strong, at least until she was off the holy grounds.

"Stop it, stop this," she hissed, "Don't cry here,"

"Where are you going?" a familiar voice asked, his smooth, deep voice spilling over her like chocolate. She willed herself to continue walking, but she couldn't, he'd seen her leave and he'd come after her. Why had he come after her?

"I asked you where are you going?" He demanded,

She turned around, her eyes full of unshed tears. "Connie?" He uttered, his dark eyes pleading with hers. "Mum, just give us five minutes," he asked, watching as his mum nodded and closed the doors behind her, trusting her to placate everyone inside.

"They'll sing
Grow old with me
Let us share what we see
And all the best it could be
Just you and I"

"I'm sorry," was all she could utter as he walked towards her, watching him as he took her hands in his own,

"What on earth are you sorry for?"

She shook her head as he ran his thumbs across her hands, "Your hands look so small in mine," he uttered absent mindedly. She pulled one hand away and placed it on his face, her thumb brushing his cheek,

"You need to go inside and get married," she told him gently, "Go and get married."

"You left as Lauren walked down the aisle, my eyes should have been on her, but all I could do was watch you leave. You left… you looked at me like… like… " She exhaled, watching as the church door opened and his fiancé stood in her gorgeous wedding dress her eyes falling upon how gently he was holding the beautiful surgeons hand.

"Sam," she uttered, raising her eyebrow, "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Connie spoke strongly, "Sam, go and get married."

She forced a smile and he shook his head, "Can I just have a minute Lauren? Please,"

"And the hairs they stand up
And my feet start to thump
Yet the feeling is dreaming
Around"

"Please tell me what you're thinking? Because I can't do this if…"

She inhaled, "if what?"

He shook his head, his eyes dark, his voice deepening as it got louder, "You're leaving my wedding, you're supposed to be my best friend and you expect me to tell you how I feel about you? You could at least have the decency to tell me why you can't watch me go through with this?"

She stepped closer to him, "It would be better if you let me go, if I say this, I'm going to hurt Lauren, and your family and…"

"And if you don't, we may end up regretting this forever," he spoke quietly, his mouth running away with him, "I can't believe I'm saying this on my wedding day…" He tucked her dark, wavy fringe behind her ear, "Chances are I feel the same about you,"

She placed her hand on his chest, "I can't stop thinking about you," she admitted, "How it felt when you held me for so long after Michael left and how I felt in that oncall room curled up to you when it was snowing and we couldn't leave the hospital. I keep thinking about the feel of your lips on mine when we kissed in the scrub room after the ten hour surgery, and the way you pressed me against that cold wall," She couldn't stop the tears that flowed quickly down her immaculate cheeks, "I like the way you wink at me in theatre, and buy me coffee after a night shift, I find myself thinking about you all the time… and I shouldn't be." She closed her eyes momentarily, "You should be getting married Sam, I shouldn't be telling you this."

He smiled at her fondly, "You certainly pick your moments I can tell you that,"