Chapter 3

Rita's eyes slowly opened to the light filling the unfamiliar room that she now lay in. She rolled her body over to be met with a muscular figure. She couldn't see his face due to the fact he had his back towards her. But, judging by his short, dark, scruffy hair she knew who it was.

"Shit," she said under her breath, flinging her head back down onto the pillow. The more her brain started to wake up the more the memories from last night became clearer; leaning up against the wall, his lips massaging with hers. Then she remembered how it made her feel; tiny little sparks firing up inside her; her adrenaline pumping around the body; her heart bursting out of her chest.

She snapped back to life as she felt the body next to her stir. Iain opened his eyes, a look of confusion washed over him before his gaze met with Rita's. A big grin grew across his face.

"Good morning," he spoke. His deep, raspy voice sent shivers down Rita's spine. "I don't know about you but I had this wonderful dream where I kissed you and then we came back here..." Iain winked. He could feel Rita rolling her eyes into the back of her skull. Taking her by surprise, he pulled her by the waist towards him and turned so that he was on top of her. Rita's hands rested on his hard shoulders, her eyes flicking between his lips and his eyes. Iain leaned his head down, their faces almost touching. Both closing their eyes, their lips met.

At work they didn't see each other that much. They would exchange looks when Iain had to bring a patient in but that was it. When Rita was on her lunch she made her way down to the ambulance stations in the hope that Iain was on his break too. She walked into the kitchen area to find Dixie and Iain having a good gossip about something. Iain stopped talking when he seen Rita standing in the doorway, Dixie turned wondering why he'd stopped.

"Hiya chick," Dixie called out, beckoning Rita in to sit with them. She shook her head.

"All right? I only need to speak to Iain," her eyes widened as she looked at him. "In private."

"Oh right okay," he nodded following Rita outside. "What's wrong?" Iain folded his arms.

"Listen, about last night," a cold wind blew causing Rita to shiver; goosebumps started to appear on the surface of her skin. Iain noticed and took his jacket, handing it to her.

"Here put this on, it'll keep you warm."

Rita couldn't help but smile at his sweet gesture. She came here to tell him that last night was a big mistake and it shouldn't have happened. But her mind was changing, why was it a mistake? She thought to herself. Iain is a lovely guy, why shouldn't she be happy? There has always been something about Iain that appealed to her, not just his looks but his personality, the way he cares about other people and how he will put himself in dangerous situations just to save someone else.

She pulled on his green jacket but it was way too big for her, and she was almost drowning in it. Iain chuckled to himself. Rita looked back up at him, with a twinkle in her eye.

"What?" She asked him.

"You. You just look really cute," Iain bit his lip.

A blush crept up on Rita's cheek. He ran his fingers along the edges of the jacket tugging her softly. She found herself resting her hands on his chest. Her mind was saying no but her heart was saying yes. Iain leaned down and placed his lips on Rita's. All those feelings that she felt last night and this morning; the whoosh of excitement and the rush of adrenaline all came back to her. She felt right with Iain. She felt safe. She didn't want it to end. He pulled away and looked longingly into her eyes.

"What about last night?" He asked.

She smiled to herself as she made her mind up. "It doesn't matter, I think I found the answer."

"And that would be?" He winked.

"I want to be with you," Rita paused. "Properly, I want us to be a couple."

Iain tried to bite back the smile that beamed across his face. Pulling her in for a hug, he held her tightly, not wanting to let go. Her head rested on his chest. Iain kissed the top of her head, taking in the sweet smell of her soft hair. His eyes glanced over to see Dixie leaning up against the wall watching the pair. A crackling noise came from the radio on his belt.

"Major RTC on the M4." Dixie was already making her way to the ambulance.

He let go of his grasp on Rita and unclipped the radio from his belt.

"3006 to control, received and on our way, over." Iain responded. He looked back at Rita who was looking at him with her soft brown eyes. She took his coat off and handed it back to him.

"Just be safe, okay?" Rita pleaded.

Iain took his hand and moved a strand of her hair out of her face. Leaning down he locked his lips with hers. He broke away and made his way into the ambulance.