"Huh, it's funny" Matt chuckled as he and Zoe were eating dinner, in his office; not the most romantic setting but he was due in theatre soon.

"What's that?" Zoe asked, raising an eyebrow as she took a sip of the sparkling water in her champagne flute; the closest she'd come to alcohol during this dinner.

Matt sighed, leaning forward on his elbows "well here we are, apparently without a care in the world, and, you still haven't given be an answer to the biggest question a man could ask" he looked at her with doubt in is eyes; he could tell she was having second thoughts.

Zoe gulped, focusing on his tie as she thought for a second; weighing up the pros and cons of accepting his proposal, she took a deep breath and nodded "Yes" she replied, stretching a hand across the table to reach his.

"Are you sure?" Matt asked, laughing in relief and delight. He stood up and moved around the table to kiss her, taking her hand in his and slipping her engagement ring onto her finger. His pager bleeped, interrupting what was going to say "I'm sorry, I have to go. I'll see you tonight, love you" he rushed from the office to deal with whatever emergency they were paging him for.

"Love you too" Zoe trailed off as he ran from the office, she couldn't even convince herself of that fact.

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"He does have a heart" Zoe whispered as she approached Nick from behind and fell unto step beside him, having heard his comments to Dr Fletcher.

Nick ignored her comment, looking around the ED, unable to look her in the eye "So is it congratulations?" He asked, looking at the woman he was in love with for the first time sic e their conversation began. He hadn't yet found a way to tell her just how much he loved her, and now, someone else had gotten in their first.

Zoe looked at the ground, a lump in her throat "that depends on you perspective" she whispered, holding her left hand up to show him the engagement ring. She felt sick, she had no idea why she had said yes; the only man she loved was standing in front of her, but, showed no signs of loving her back. Now, she was engaged to a man who would never match up.

"Right" Nick choked out, staring at the rock on her ring finger. He cursed himself it should be him putting a ring on her finger – no one else.

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Zoe sat in Matts apartment, alone. She was currently sinking her second bottle of wine as she waited for him; he said he'd be back at nine and it was currently eleven thirty. She picked up her phone and scrolled through the contacts, looking for Matt's name. She drank the rest of her glass of wine and typed out a text:

Didn't think you'd be this late, going home. See you tomorrow. Z x

She hailed a cab relatively quickly to take her home, she couldn't stop her mind wandering as she sat in the backseat and ignored the drivers attempt and conversation. She scrolled through her phone again, this time stopping on the one mans name who consumed most of her thoughts, a few deep breaths later and she send her second text of the evening;

Been stood up, heading back to the flat. Are you free? Z x

She paced the living room as she waited for a reply, listening out for the all familiar message tone. She was surprised when a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, she knew exactly who it would be though. She'd barely got to look at him before he was kissing her; backing her against the wall and lifting her up.

Her feet locked over his bum as he kissed her, never once drawing his mouth from hers as his fingers undone her shirt buttons and trailed under her skin to swiftly pull her knickers down

"Oh, Nick" she groaned as he pushed into her, his rhythm fast and furious. Her hips struggled to keep up as she raced further towards oblivion. "Fuck" she whispered, her head dropping forward to rest on his shoulder. Her legs were losing their grip on his waist as he carried her upstairs and dropped her lightly on the bed, climbing in behind her and pulling her against his chest.

"This is how it should be" he whispered, kissing her bare shoulder.