"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Max asked as he and Zoe stood hand in hand on the train station platform. He was going home for the weekend to visit his family in Yorkshire.

Zoe shook her head "I don't do families" she replied, smiling in earnest; she had a shaky relationship with her mother and her and her sister only really spoke about her niece. They were quite upset when Zoe had left Liverpool to study medicine in London and they hadn't had much of a relationship since.

Max smiled softly "You can go home if you like, I still have forty minutes until my train is due" he squeezed her hand gently, kissing her forehead. He was going to miss her, he wasn't sure he'd ever had this feeling before; the tugging sensation in his stomach and the rapid heart beat whenever he thought of her.

"Forty minutes, eh?" Zoe grinned, nudging her body every closer to him until her hand was pressed right over the zip of his trousers "I can think of something to pass the time" she smiled at him, a dirty smile that only ever crossed her face as a way of getting what she wanted. It was strange how much she knew she was going to miss him, he would only be gone two days, yet somehow, those two days seemed like hell without his cheeky company.

Max looked at her, shocked. "Surely you're not suggesting we do that, here?" He looked rather horrified; he knew what she was like, she said some really filthy things to him when she was in the mood, but, this took things to a whole new level. He was going to have to start upping his game.

"You're not scared are you?" She whispered tugging on his hand and leading him casually until they were almost loitering outside the toilets. She went inside briefly, checking the coast was clear. "Come on then" she tugged in his arm, jolting him from his thoughts as she pulled him into a cubicle in the ladies.

It didn't take him long to come around to the idea once Zoe had pulled her top over her head and dropped it onto the closed lid. He had her pinned against the wall, hoisting her up and thrusting into her. His lips silenced her moans, she always had been loud.

"Well that was interesting" he whispered, as they made their way back to the platform twenty minutes later. They sat down on the bench, hand in hand, watching the hand tick by slowly on the clock. He was a little bit surprised about how brazen Zoe had been, the woman who had walked in as they were leaving became awful flushed as Zoe winked at her.

"I'll see you on Sunday, yeah?" Zoe whispered as his train pulled into the platform. She looped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him again "I'll come and pick you up" she murmured as he pulled away, blushing slightly at the wolf whistles from nearby teenagers.

"See you, babe, love you" he whispered as he stopped on to the train, he froze slight as he mulled over his words; they hadn't said that to each other yet. He took his seat, relived to see her still standing on the platform, looking a little shocked, he smiled as she blew him a kiss before turning away and heading back to the car park.

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Zoe thought of nothing but those three words as she drove home, he had said in spontaneously and she wondered if it was a spur of the moment thing. She headed back to her apartment, feeling the tingle of where his lips had been on hers and smiled, she was almost certain she felt the same.

"What do you want?!" Zoe called as the headed down the hall to her flat, noticing the figure leaning against her doorway, bottle of wine in hand. He really was the last person she wanted to see.

"I just want to explain, Zoe" he pleaded slightly, feeling almost guilty about the way he had left things, he wasn't sure what to do now, or if he should have stayed in America.

Zoe ignored him, letting herself into the apartment and trying to shut the door, shocked as his foot stopped her and he let himself in. "Get out" she hissed, pushing on his chest.

His hand gripped her wrist and held her close to him "let me explain" he forced out through gritted teeth at her stubbornness.

Zoe sank into her leather armchair, the one that no one else dared sit on under pain of death and looked up at him "go on then" she looked at her watch "five minutes, then I want you gone." She yawned through his garbled explanation; he was sorry, should have told the truth, she wasn't pregnant, it was her he wanted, let him make it up to her, he loved her needed her and wanted to be with her.

"It broke my heart when I saw you with that… That porter" he told her, kneeling down in front of her "you could do so much better Zoe" he tried to bargain.

"Max, his name is Max" she corrected "when you say better, do you mean you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow "he hasn't lied to me, he doesn't have another woman living back in the states" she hissed, hating to have to drag the whole mess up again "he loves me" she told him, jutting her chin out defiantly.

"But do you love him?" He asked, smiling as she hesitated slightly "I love you Zoe, and I know you love me too. You can't fake the passion we have, we're meant to be" he whispered, he could see her becoming lost in his eyes and seductive tone "I can tell, by looking in your eyes, how much you want to kiss me."

He leant forward, his lips teasing hers shyly, smiling as they felt no resistance and she let him in.