Martha stood on the spot, watching as Jack approached her. What does he want? Maybe he overheard her conversation with Tasha, she thought to herself.

"Hey," he said when he reached her. Martha didn't say anything, just gave him a small smile. "Um, I just wanted to let you know that some of your clothes are still at my place," he told her.

"Really, I didn't know," she said, but in true fact, she knew that some of her stuff was still there. She left them there purposely; hoping that they would remind Jack of her whenever he saw them. So he wouldn't forget.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to drop them off, but I keep forgetting," Jack said.

"Okay, thanks for telling me," Martha started. "If you're going home, I'll come and pick them up now if you like," she continued. Maybe while she was there, she could talk to him about them getting back together.

"Alright, do you need a ride?" Jack asked her.

Martha shook her head. "No, I'll get my car. Thanks anyway," she replied.

"See you soon then," Jack said, and turned around and walked off towards his car.

Martha slowly made her way to her car. She opened the door and sat down. She got her mobile out of her bag and found Corey's number. "Now to call Corey, and cancel our date," she said out loud to herself.


Martha slowly walked up the driveway to the Holden house. She felt a small flutter inside her; she was nervous. She couldn't help the feeling, but lately whenever Jack was close by; she got butterflies. He was the only one who did that to her.

She made her way to the door and knocked. A few seconds later Jack was answering the door and inviting her in. "Where's your dad and Lucas?" she asked Jack.

"They've gone to Yabbie Creek to watch a movie," he told her. Good, so we're alone, Martha thought to herself.

"Um, your stuff is in my room," Jack said, turning around and walking towards his room. Martha decided to follow him, and stood in his door way watching him as he opened one of his drawers and got a small stack of her clothes out of it.

Martha's eyes skimmed around his room, it still looked the same and it still smelt the same. It smelt like Jack; her favourite smell in the whole world. Her eyes then fell onto his bed. Just looking at it flooded her mind with memories and images of them making love to each other; pleasuring each other on that very bed. God, she wanted that back so much.

She heard a cough; it was Jack trying to get her attention. She looked at him, and felt a blush creeping up into her face. How embarrassing, I wonder if he knows what I was just thinking about, she thought.

Martha spun on her heel and walked back out to the kitchen. "I hope you don't mind, but I washed them," Jack said as he followed behind her. He sat the clothes on top of the bench in front of her.

"Oh, you didn't have to. But thanks anyway," she said gratefully.

"You know, I'm surprised you're even talking to me. I thought you couldn't stand the sight of me?" Jack asked.

"Look, I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you the last 2 weeks," Martha started. "But you gotta understand that I was angry and upset about how things ended between us," she continued.

"So are you saying that you're not angry with me anymore?" Jack questioned her.

Martha nodded her head. "I'm over it," she confirmed. Jack looked at her and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

"Jack, I need to tell you something," she shot out. He looked at her curiously. "What is it?" he asked. Martha looked up into his face, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out because she didn't know what to say.

Martha then suddenly realised that Jack was standing quite close to her. God he is sexy, she thought. She actually kind of wished that he would move a little farther away from her, because she could feel something inside of her stirring and she didn't know if she would be able to control it with him standing that close to her.

Martha scratched her eyebrow and took a step back from Jack. "Um, you know what? It doesn't matter. I'll tell you another time," she said, trying to look anywhere but at him.

"Why do you feel nervous around me all of a sudden?" Jack asked her. Martha looked at him, scratching her eyebrow again. "I'm not nervous. Why would you think that?" she asked.

Jack laughed. "Because you only scratch your eyebrow when you're nervous," he replied.

"I'm not nervous. Look I'm just trying to say that I ….," Martha started, but stopped.

"Say what?" he urged.

Martha sighed. She couldn't do this right now. Plus it was probably be better if she broke up with Corey first, before she went and declared her love for someone else.

"I have to go. Sorry," she said, turning and rushing out the door, before he got a chance to stop her.

"Martha, wait," Jack called out. He sighed and sat down on a stool, noticing that Martha had left without her clothes. He'd just have to drop it off himself.

He wondered what was going on with Martha. She was acting strange, and he wanted to know why.

He'd seen the look in her eyes when she had been in his room before, and for a moment Jack had thought that maybe Martha still wanted to be with him.

But then he remembered…….., she had Corey now.