They both stood either end of the lift, Carla on the left and Peter on the right.

As if standing any closer to each other would ultimately end in them both doing something they might regret.

Carla looked anxiously down at her feet, whilst Peter stared ahead of him uncomfortably.

The sexual tension between the two of them could be cut with a knife and they knew it.

They both sighed heavily with relief when the lift stopped on level two and two nurses wheeled in a bed with a sick patient on it. Carla tried to move out of the way to make space for the bed but so did Peter, they ended up bumping right into each other and as more people followed the bed into the lift, they were forced to stand face to face, their legs and torsos touching.

Temperatures soared as the lift began moving again.

It was extremely frustrating for Carla and Peter to be practically squashed up against each other like that and Carla prayed that these people would stay in the lift with them until level ten, which was the button Peter had pressed.

Their breathing became more and more rigid as the lift went upwards and they both tried their hardest not to give the other any eye contact.

The other people in the lift were strangers but even they exchanged looks between each other, as it was extremely obvious to them that Peter and Carla were painfully attracted to each other and that they were fighting the urge not to lose control.

The lift stopped on level four although there was no space in it for anyone else as it was already full of people. The doors closed again and Carla bit down on her bottom lip trying her very best to keep some sort of composure, doing this though, had the opposite effect on Peter. He saw her bite down on that irresistible bottom lip of hers and the idea that she was struggling with being so close to him, only got him more worked up. He could practically feel her heart thumping away in her chest and it wasn't long before his started to do the same. He closed his eyes trying desperately not to touch her.

The crammed lift came to a stop on level five, just as Peter opened his eyes. The nurses with the bed and all of the other people who had got in on level three, walked out and left the lift with just Carla and Peter inside.

Their eyes met dangerously.

They both knew what was going to happen.

It was inevitable.

The doors of the lift had barley even closed before Carla and Peter's lips collided into each other's furiously.

Peter had one hand around the nape of Carla's neck, the other around her waist, he spun her around unexpectedly and her back crashed into the wall of the lift, the hand that was once on her waist went up her back and straight through her long hair. Carla moaned softly into the kiss, as it became slower and tenderer with each movement.

Their lips only had a few precious moments to enjoy their long awaited reunion when the doors to the lift opened suddenly. Carla and Peter flew apart, as if the person who had been coming into the lift might of known them. It was only a Doctor who had managed to get to the lift before it had gone any further up, he was busy reading someone's notes and hadn't even noticed the impossible situation that Carla and Peter had found them self in, as he stood in between them.

Peter exhaled frustratedly, he knew that what just happened shouldn't have, Carla was with Nick now and whilst he knew the fact that he had kissed her was wrong, somehow it felt so damn right and Peter couldn't help but wish they hadn't of been interrupted because he was already craving the taste of her lips again.

Carla had gone and placed her self in the corner as far away from Peter as possible and very quickly she decided that if the Doctor were to walk out of the lift, she would get out with him and take the stairs the rest of the way.

Carla didn't trust herself enough to be alone with Peter again. The interrupted kiss had only made the battle to stay away from him, a million times worse.

She had thought about just walking away and going home to Nick, but this wasn't about her and Peter, this was about Deirdre and if the worst should happen, Carla would never forgive herself for not seeing her one last time.

Carla took a short breath and dared herself to glance at Peter. He looked at her apologetically and mouthed

"I'm sorry" Carla shook her head just barley at Peter and sighed in despair.

She knew that she wasn't sorry.

Carla wasn't sorry and it made her feel so disappointed in herself, it made her feel so ashamed that she could betray Nick so easily.

The way Peter had kissed her had made her feel weak and just for a moment, Carla wondered what life would be like if she had taken Peter back when he'd got out of prison.

Peter actually had her questioning the decisions she had made, the ones she had made because she had thought that they were for the best. She wanted to hate him for having that effect on her but she just couldn't and she certainly wasn't foolish enough to believe that the kiss was just his fault.

Carla kissed Peter back, just as hungrily as he had kissed her and she felt he had no reason to feel any guiltier about it than she did. In fact she should have been feeling a hell of a lot more guilty than him because she had Nick and he was probably sat alone at home thinking all sorts.

Carla couldn't believe what was happening to her, She was so overwhelmed at all the different emotions that she had gone through all in the space of an hour.

Breaking up with Peter and having to live life without him was one of the hardest things Carla had ever done but she got through it and it had made her feel stronger then ever before, yet here he was, stood at an arms distance away from her and she didn't feel so strong anymore.

Peter was and obviously still is, her biggest weakness.

I know this chapter was a little shorter than the ones before it but I'm hoping that you still enjoyed it.

Is anyone else majorly depressed at the news that Ali King is taking a break from Corrie next year ? :(

Let's hope we get some sort of Carter reunion before then

*fingers crossed*