"Rumour has it Connie has a new lover," Sam began, watching Gareth's reaction to his statement,
Gareth looked up and shrugged, "Right, and why are you telling me?"
"Because I thought you were my friend," he uttered, anger in his eyes
"Don't do this here," Gareth begun, "I can explain, I shouldn't have to…but…"
"Explain?" Sam yelled, moving over towards him quickly, "I know what I saw,"
Before Gareth even had chance to stand up properly, he felt a searing heat and a loud crack as he fell to the floor,
"Jesus Sam," Connie yelled, running as fast as her heels would allow, Michael Spence, and Luke close behind her as she knelt down by Gareth,
"I'm fine," he uttered, despite the room spinning and the blood gushing from his nose,
She turned to Michael, "We'll be okay here, just get him out of here," she asked, unable to even look at Sam who struggled beneath Michael's hold.
Connie cleaned up Gareth's face gently, surprised at the tears that burned behind her eyes. "Do you feel dizzy or…"
He shook his head, "I'm more worried about my pride,"
She laughed, watching as he took her hand, "Sorry," he told her,
"For once, you don't have anything to be sorry about," she smiled,
"He must have seen us,"
She shrugged, "He was bound to at one point, at least we don't have to hide anymore,"
"I'm so mad with him," Connie admitted, "He has no right to come in here and do this; me and him were over a long time ago…"
Gareth laughed, wincing as he rubbed the back of his head, "You make me feel things, I haven't felt in a long time," he admitted, "I don't want to go into how I feel about you now… but I need to know you don't still want Sam,"
"I want you," she told him simply, "I would never have considered this… you and me… if I still wanted Sam,"
She pressed her lips against his gently, "You make me happy," she admitted, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Now are you okay? I need to go and sort out that ward before I leave tonight?"
"I'll survive," he nodded, "Do you fancy a take away and wine at mine?" He asked, standing up and kissing her mouth again softly,
"Sounds good," she smiled, "I won't be long,"
"Sam's gone home, Luke's in theatre… he said he'll talk to him tomorrow… you've worked way over your shift, so you need to go home," Michael told her,
"For once you're right Mr. Spence,"
Michael nodded, "I believe so."
"Thank you," she told him quietly,
They lay curled up closely on his corner sofa, the fire warming their naked bodies,
"I don't want to be anywhere else right now," she admitted, her voice resonating against his chest,
"Good," he smiled, "I don't want you to be anywhere right now either,"
"What are you thinking about?" She asked him tiredly as he ran his fingertips up and down her back,
"You," he admitted, kissing her neck,
"You don't need to think about me… I'm right here," she smiled against his skin,
"How I feel for you scares me,"
"I thought nothing scared you," she teased, propping herself up onto her elbow, running her free hand across his neck,
"Apart from you… I'm not used to this,"
"What, sleeping with a woman more than once? Come on Gareth I know you only want me for my body,"
He laughed, "I want you for many more reasons than that,"
