I see you on the street
My broken heart still skips a beat
I hear your name inside I go insane
Baby each day that we don't touch
Is one more day it hurts too much
I can't forget the love that we made

"Hey Sam!" Phil called after her as she left the station.

Turning cautiously Sam fought the storm of emotions in her stomach and forced a tense smile.

"Yeh?"

"You okay? You were really stressed earlier,"

"Long day, sorry "

"Fancy a drink? Alcohol makes anything better!"

She smiled gently. No longer forced. Nodding they began to walk together towards the pub.

"So how are you and Mia?"

"Yeh, i think she's the one!" Phil grinned, dizzy with happiness

But there'll come the moment that we're gonna meet (again)
Baby it won't even bother me
Trying to make it to the day you'll be
Just an old boyfriend
Won't be thinking of you every night
Only wishing we could only try
Won't tear me up inside
Just an old boyfriend..

Sam felt a wave of guilt. Here was Phil happy for once and her thinking of splitting them up. She did nothing but mess him around. But there was that old saying. Don't fall in love with someone you can live with; fall for someone you can't live without. Everytime Sam thought of a life without Phil she suffered a crippiling pain in her heart. It was unbearable. Impossible to live with. Like Phil. He was messy, loud, lazy. Yet she couldn't live without him.

"Here you go, one Sex On The Beach," Phil pushed the cocktail acrossed the table as he joined her,

"Phil!" she protested, "I asked for a white wine,"

"Oh live a little," he teased.

Shaking her head she left the table returning a few moments later with a pack of cards, which she placed in front of Phils confused face.

"Go on then, live a little," She smiled temptingly

Anyone can see the love we killed is killing me
I'm just so sad to lose what we had - Oh yeah
There's no doubt that I should be ok by now
But I'm not there yet
It hurts me so bad but

"Shame he said, my favourite games strip poker,"

"You'll have to get me way more drunk for that!"

"O.k lets play poker, only we're not betting money,"

"What then?" It was Sam's turn to look confused.

"If I win we go back to mine and play strip poker, with a twist!"

"And if i win?" Sam asked not daring to inquire of the twist.

"Don't worry you won't," he boasted confidently but as she rolled her eyes added, "What do you want?"

"A transfer," Sam said a little too quickly. She knew if she thought about it too long she'd never say it, "You transfer stations."

Sam could see the hurt look on Phil's face but he just nodded and began to deal. Sam felt so guilty. But it was the only way that she could get Phil out of her system. The temptation was just too strong. Deep down Sam hoped she would lose. Everything in her longed to play strip poker with Phil, to know what he would change to make the game his own. And without consciensly making the desicion she began to play badly. Really badly. Biting her lip she glanced up at Phil who appeared slightly bemused, he could see the worry in her eyes and cast her one of those heart melting Hunter smiles now reserved almost totally for Mia.

Phil meanwhile was playing at his best. There was no way he could honour that bet and transfer, never seeing Sam again. Allthough trying to deny it Phil was attracted to her, heavily. His body yearned for her with a burning passion that threatened to tear him up inside. He was furious with himself for beginning this though. Strip poker, with the woman he had thought to be the love of his life, and still did partly. So much for staying loyal to Mia, not cheating on someone for a change.

From the moment that we're gonna meet (again)
Baby it won't even bother me
I'll be looking to the day you'll be
just an old boyfriend
Won't be thinking of you every night
Only be wishing we could only try
You won't tear me up inside
just an old boyfriend

"And I think, my gorgous Samantha that i have just thrashed you," Phil layed down his cards dramatically, "Full house!"

True they definitely beat her minor two pair, which she had been lucky to get.

"Looks like we're heading to mine,"

Sam sighed in exasperation but got up with him to get a cab. Neither of them had driven to work that day,

"Are you being the gentleman and paying?" Sam asked as they reached Phils and got out. He had already paid before she finished speaking leaving an extravagen tip, "You always were a show off, never mind that you can probably barely afford a chinese takeaway now!" she shook her head,

"Why bother when theres an indian just up the road which we can order in and beers in the fridge,"

"Beers, you certaintly know how to treat a lady!"

"Thats why i'm a lady's man!" He grinned,

"Love rat more like!"

"Just one more time," Sam told herself. " I just need him out of my system, need to prove to myself we can be freinds, besides it's only strip poker,"

But is that all you want to happen? Your looking for more. You want to stay the night. Sleep with him, 'one last time' of course.

That little voice said. Sam shook it out. Ignoring it. It wasn't true.

Nothing more and nothing less
No more living with regret
Your memory won't get
The best of me,the best of me
Oh you're gonna see
From the moment that we're gonna meet (again)
Baby it won't even bother me
I'll be looking to the day you'll be
just an old boyfriend
Won't be thinking of you every night
Only be wishing we could only try
You won't tear me up inside
just an old boyfriend