This is probably a 12 in rating:

She looked deep into his eyes. They were hypnotizing her. He stroked her hand again, and looked back into her deep eyes, trying to find a story behind them. Their faces were inches apart. He leaned in slightly.

"Mas … please …" she whispered, turning her head away.

"It's alright …" He got up from the sofa. "Would you like to stay and watch a film?" he asked.

Jane thought for a moment and then nodded. "Let me just ring Ian …"

Masood's face dropped slightly. "I'll just tell him I've popped out shopping or something …" she continued, seeing his reaction.

Masood nodded.

"Ian? Listen, I've popped to the shops, I'll be back in a few hours … yes … alright … see you then …"

Masood smiled at her. "What do you want to watch?" he asked.

"I'm in a musical mood …" she laughed.

Masood laughed too, and then looked over to the DVD case in the corner of the room.

"We have Mamma Mia, Annie, Grease …"

Jane interrupted him.

"Grease," she said with a smile. "It's one of my favourites."

Masood laughed and put it in the DVD player, then sat close to her. They sat through the film, and all the time he had his arm around the back of it, and towards the end, she fell asleep on his shoulder. He guessed it was the jet lag. When the film had finished, he tried not to move, but he knew he had to wake her up. Before he did so, he gently kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent from her hair. He didn't know why he did it, but he thought it might be his only opportunity. Afterwards, he whispered, "Jane …"

Slowly, she awoke. Realising she was on his shoulder she moved quickly and said, "Sorry … I didn't realise …"

"Don't be sorry … I'm not …" he said, looking into her eyes again.

Jayne looked down. "Look, Mas … I might as well tell you … it just seems like the right time …"

His eyes widened slightly. "I do have a lot of feelings for you …" she said.

"Me too …" he whispered.

"And … remember before when you asked me if I was happy?"

Masood nodded.

"Well … the truth is, I'm not. I love the kids so much, and I love Ian … but there's nothing there for him anymore … he can't even give me a baby, the thing I want most in the whole world …" Her eyes began filling. Masood noticed this and pulled her into a deep embrace. He ran his hands up and down the back of her head, his hair soft against his palms as she cried and cried. When she removed herself from his grasp, she put her face close to his and whispered, "I've always wanted to tell you this, Mas …" she paused. "… you're everything I wanted Ian to be … everything …" her voice broke off and as he reacted by staring at her, she broke the tension and kissed him. The kiss was full of passion and he did not expect it. Her tears fell onto his face as they kissed. He hoped she wasn't just kissing him because she was upset; the same as last time. But this time, something felt different. Slowly, she parted her lips with his, and then, still looking deep into his eyes, almost into his soul, she whispered, "Take me to bed, Mas …"