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An hour later, Carla is in the flat. She is carrying two holdalls and her handbag is slung over her shoulder. Jaimee enters, surprising Carla.

'Oh, alright sweetheart. I didn't expect you to be back so soon.' Carla greeted her, putting her bags on the floor.

'Sam asked me on a date tonight but I turned him down.'

'I thought you fancied him?'

'Yeah, I just didn't feel like going into town tonight. Besides I wanted to say goodbye to you.'

'Aww, my lovely girl. Hey, the factory girls loved you.' Carla said, giving Jaimee a quick hug.

'They're a great bunch, you're lucky.'

'I suppose I am. Anyway I better hit the road. There's food in the fridge and there's fresh bedding in mine and Peter's room. There's some numbers by the phone in case you can't reach me on my mobile. And don't forget Michelle and Rob are about so if there's any problems-.' Carla explained, fussing over Jaimee.

'Mum I've lived on my own for four years, I think I can cope.'

'I can't help worrying about you.'

'Will you just go! You'll never make it there at this rate. I'll carry your bags for you.' Jaimee giggled.

Carla and Jaimee go downstairs, Jaimee carrying the bags. Outside Carla unlocks her car and Jaimee loads the bags into the boot before hugging Carla.

'Call me when you get there ok? I love you.'

'I love you too.' Carla replied, getting into the driver's seat and starting the engine.

'Good luck.' Jaimee said, waving to Carla as she drives off.

Sam is stood by the side wall of the Rovers, arguing on his phone, although Jaimee can't hear what he is saying. He hangs up and kicks the wall angrily.

'What's up with you stress pants?'

'I had a row with my flatmate earlier and now he says he's changed the locks so I can't get back in.' Sam said, still angry.

'So where are you staying tonight?'

'A park bench I think.'

'Stay with me.'

'You've only just met me.'

'I'm only trying to be nice.'

'I couldn't possibly.'

'Fine, at least come in for a drink?'

'One drink won't hurt. As long as you're sure?'

'Mum's away on business til Saturday morning and my step-dad's away too.'

Sam moves towards Jaimee and kisses her softly on the lips.

'Thank you.'

'It's fine, but please take a shower, you stink.'

Sam emerges from the bathroom, wearing just a towel round his waist. His chest and hair still wet from the shower. Jaimee is sat on the kitchen counter, her legs dangling over the edge, taking sips from her bottle of lager.

'You look beautiful.' 'It's true, you look lovely. Easily the most attractive girl round here.'

'Now I know that's a lie. But thank you. You're in pretty good shape yourself.'

'I aim to impress. There's no room for slacking when it comes to working out. Especially not now I've met you.'

'Well it's working love, it really is.' Jaimee complimented Sam, eying up his extremely muscular torso.

'Glad to hear it.'

Sam leans against the back of the sofa, keeping his eye contact with Jaimee all the time.

'What?'

'I was disappointed you wouldn't come out with me tonight.'

'I'm sorry but I didn't fancy clubbing or anything like that.'

'I thought that would have been your kind of thing.'

'It is usually but I told mum I'd be on my best behaviour while she's gone.'

'And how would she react if she knew a half naked man was stood in her kitchen?'

'Shocked at first but then she'd look at your six pack and she'd be well impressed.' Jaimee grinned, making Sam laugh.

'And how do you feel about me being here?'

'Happy.'

'Do you wish you'd gone on that date with me?'

'Yeah.'

'I had it all planned you know?'

'Planned? We met an hour ago.'

'I'm a genius, what can I say?'

'Well why don't you tell me how our evening would have gone?'

Jaimee smiles cheekily at Sam, who starts walking towards her. His pace is slow and he begins to speak as he gets nearer to Jaimee.

'We'd have started with dinner, somewhere nice but not too posh. Somewhere we could talk. Then we'd go to a club where I could dance with you all night, showing you off to the whole world.' Sam explained, now stood closer to Jaimee, although there is still some distance between them. 'Then we'd have gone somewhere quieter, where we could get to know each other properly.'

'Now that sounds like the best part of the plan.'

'We'd have got close-.'

Jaimee reaches forward and grabs his towel, pulling him gently towards her.

'This close?'

Sam shakes his head and moves even closer to Jaimee. He is stood in between Jaimee's legs, his hands on her waist.

'This close. So I could taste the perfume on your skin.' Sam kisses Jaimee's neck. 'Hear your heartbeat. See that special twinkle in your eye.'

'And then?' Jaimee said, although her voice was no more than a whisper.

Sam moves the strand of hair front Jaimee's eye and strokes her cheek. He kisses her forehead then gives her a peck on the lips before looking deep into her eyes. Jaimee puts her fingers on her lips, 'feeling' his kiss. Sam's hands are now exploring Jaimee's legs as she kisses him tenderly. The kiss soon becomes more passionate and Sam removes her top and pushes her back onto the counter...

The next morning, Jaimee and Sam wake on the sofa. Jaimee is wearing a short silk nightie and Sam is in just his boxers. They are cuddled up close for a while before Jaimee shifts herself so she is on top of Sam. She kisses him passionately, but is soon interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Jaimee jumps up from the sofa as Peter and Simon enter the flat, carrying their bags.

'Jaimee?' Peter asked, a mixture of anger and confusion in his voice.

'Hi, ermm look I can explain-.' Jaimee stumbles over her words in her panic.

'Oi mate! Get your clothes on and get lost!' Peter shouted at Sam.

Sam rushes into the bathroom, where he'd left his clothes the night before.

'Hi, you must be Simon. We meet at last.' Jaimee smiles awkwardly at Simon, blushing.