Martha awoke early the next morning. She smiled to herself when she remembered what had accured the night before; she and Jack were finally back in each others arms.
She rolled over and reached out a hand to touch him, but was surprised when she found that he wasn't there. She sat up quickly, wrapping the white sheets around her naked body. She was relieved to see that he was still in her room.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "I have to go," he replied, pulling on his boxer shorts.
"Jack, it's only 6:30. Come back to bed," she told him. "No," he snapped at her. Martha was shocked; why was he angry all of a sudden?
"What's going on? What's wrong?" she asked.
"I can't do this. Last night shouldn't have happened," Jack said. Martha was confused. "What do you mean? I thought that this is what you wanted," Martha said, starting to get upset.
Jack sighed. "It is what I want. But not if it means that I have to share you with somebody else," he told her. "Who said you had to share me?" Martha questioned.
"Martha, you're with Corey. Last night I completely forgot about you and Corey still being together; I guess I forgot because I got caught up in the heat of the moment. And then just before, I was watching you sleep, and I was thinking about how great it was that you were mine again," he began.
"But then it finally clicked. You're not mine, because you're still with Corey. And then I started thinking about him touching you, and the two of you together in this bed….," he continued.
Martha laughed. "You think that I slept with Corey? Are you crazy?" she said. Martha couldn't believe that Jack actually thought she'd slept with Corey. She would never have slept with him; not ever. She would never have done that to Jack. Even though she and Jack had broken up, it still would have felt like she was betraying him.
Jack looked at her in surprise. "You didn't sleep with him," he stated. Martha shook her head. "Of course not. I'm surprised that you would actually think that," she said to him. "Besides, why would I want him, when I can have you," she exclaimed.
Jack felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The thought of Martha sleeping with Corey had made him feel sick to the stomach. He hated the idea of another guy even touching her. But now that Martha had explained that she hadn't slept with Corey; he felt relieved.
"Why are you still with him then?" he asked. "I'm gonna tell him today that it's over. So stop stressing about it," Martha said.
"Fine," Jack sighed.
Martha looked up at him. She thought he looked so sexy standing there with no shirt on. She was glad that she had got him back before someone else had came along and realised how great he was.
She smiled and reached a hand out to him. "Stay with me," she spoke softly.
Jack looked at Martha; how could he say no to that face? He slowly moved back towards the bed and took her hand. She pulled him down beside her and impressed a soft kiss on his lips. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around him.
"You're the only one that I want," she said truthfully. Jack nodded. "I know," he told her.
Martha smiled. "Good. Now, instead of just sitting here, why don't we do something a bit more productive," she suggested, running her hands down his back.
"Sounds like a plan," he said, pulling the sheet away from her body so he could caress her. Martha lay back, pulling Jack down on top of her. "It's a very good plan if you ask me," she laughed, before pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
Martha walked up to the front door of Irene's place; Corey had moved into a spare room that Irene had going just over a week ago. Martha was nervous; the time had come to tell Corey that it was over. She felt bad, but it had to be done.
"Hello," she said knocking at the opened door. Corey was sitting at the table doing nothing. "Martha, hey. Come in," he said.
Martha went and sat at the table opposite him. "Where is everyone?" she asked.
"Irene's upstairs. Not sure about Hayley and Kim," Corey said. Martha noticed that Corey wasn't acting his normal self; he seemed quiet, upset even.
"Are you okay?" she asked him.
"Don't worry about it. I don't want to lay my problems on you," he told her. "No, come on. You can tell me," Martha said.
Corey looked at her. "It's the 2 year anniversary of my father's death today," he spoke softly.
Martha didn't know what to say, she hadn't even known that his father was dead. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise," she said to him.
"It's okay. Nobody around here knows, I never told anyone," Corey started. "I don't want people feeling sorry for me," he continued.
Talk about bad timing, Martha thought to herself. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't break up with him; well at least not today. It would probably make him feel even worse.
"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone," Corey said, breaking Martha from her thoughts. "Sure, no problem," Martha said, getting up from her chair and walking towards the door. "Bye," she said.
"Bye," Corey said, not even looking up at her.
I'll just have to wait until he's in a better mood to break it off, Martha thought. Great, how am I supposed to tell Jack?
Jack was down at the beach when he saw Martha approaching. He smiled at her. "How did it go with Corey?" he asked.
Martha looked away from him. "It didn't," she told him. Jack was shocked. "What do you mean?" he questioned her.
"When I got there, I noticed that he seemed a bit down. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that today was the anniversary of his dad's death," she began. "I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to upset him more than he already was," Martha continued.
"What are we going to do now?" Jack sighed.
"I'll tell him tomorrow. I just hope he's feeling better by then. Until then I guess we'll just have to pretend that nothings going on between us," Martha told him.
As discreetly as he could, Jack reached his hand out to touch hers. He held it for a few seconds; caressing it softly. "I guess I can wait another day," he told her.
Martha smiled at him. "I better go," she said. Jack let go of her hand before anyone they knew noticed.
"Come round tonight," she told him. "Yep," Jack replied. "Bye," Martha said, before walking off.
Of course they didn't notice the person who was standing further up the beach; watching them closely.
