Zoe turned over in her sleep, the slight banging sound unsettling her slightly. She twisted, pulling the sheets with her as she went; she only relaxed as sting arms encircled her waist and pulled her against his chest.

"Stop wriggling" nick whispered in her ear, kissing her neck slightly "go back to sleep" he murmured against her neck, the vibrations and his stubble ticking her slightly.

She turned around to face him "well I'm awake now" she grinned, feeling a slight pressure pushing against her thigh "and so are you, it seems" she laughed, propping herself on top of him and moving her hips as he thrust into her. His lips teased her neck and his hands gripped her bum firmly and she moved, sighing in pleasure every so often. She relished in the time she got to spend with Nick, not just intimately but anytime at all they spent together. It frustrated her how she never could stay angry at him, he always wormed his way back into her life and her bed. "What was that?" She gasped, pulling away from his kiss as she heard a bang downstairs.

"What?" Nick asked, putting his arm around her neck to pull her back down to him again "you're imagining things he mumbled against her lips, kissing her again as he rolled them over and pinned her arms above her head.

The pulled apart in shock as her bedroom door swung open, recoiling in horror as Max stood in the doorway, looking slightly horrified and a little sick.

"Max?" Zoe breathed, pulling out of Nicks grasp and sitting up, the duvet pulled tightly around her "I swear, this isn't what it looks like" she pleaded, it was a weak defence, she knew that but she wasn't entirely sure how act.

"Isn't it?" Max questioned, turned away slightly so he didn't have to look at them "you weren't fucking your ex boyfriend? No?" He whispered, resting his forehead against the doorframe "I don't get you, Zoe. After what you said the other day and then you go back to him, you knew I was coming back today, why didn't you get him to go? Did you want to bet caught" he hissed.

"Wha… What do you mean?" Zoe asked, looking at him "I said I'd pick you up tomorrow, at the station" she mumbled, wondering if she'd missed a full day, or has gotten mixed up. It wasn't that she wanted to ruin what she had with Max, but Nick, Nick was different.

"I wish, I wish you'd just dumped me Zoe, I could have handled that but coming back to see you screwing him, after everything we talked about" he hissed, he could feel the tears stinging behind his eyes, he didn't do emotional attachment to women, but Zoe, Zoe was different – in so many ways; she was everything he looked forming woman, and more. He felt so many things, hurt, betrayed, disgusted. "I text you last night, and I told you that I would be back this morning. You'd think, that you'd have had the sense to get him out before I came back.

Zoe looked at Max and then to a a Nick and back again "I didn't get a text, I definitely never" she looked at the duvet thinking, "this was you wasn't it" she looked at Nick "you knew, you saw that text and you though 'oh, here's another opportunity to ruin Zoe's life.' Get out" she hissed "get the hell out" she pushed him from the bed, watching as he hurriedly pulled his clothes on "Zoe" he pleaded "please, we need to sort this out."

"No, Nick" she screamed, tears streaming down her face "you did this intentionally, it's like your goal in life is to ruin mine. Was it that much of an issue when I saved your life?! You now feel the need to completely ruin mine?"

"It's like that, Zoe" he whispered, reaching out to take her hand.

She recoiled "Get. The. Fuck. Out." She hissed "I never want to see you again"

Max watched from the doorway, rather amused by the whole exchange. At least she could see what kind of man Nick Jordan really way. He knew he'd worm his way back, but he didn't think Zoe would be stupid enough to let him. He moved out of the way slightly as Nick pushed past him and then turned to Zoe "you're an idiot" he sighed, without any emotion in his voice.

"I'm so sorry, Max. I don't think you'll ever understand quite how much, but I really am" she pleaded, wrapping her dressing gown around her and kneeling on the bed.

He could see the tears in her eyes, and looked at her sadly "sometimes, it's just not enough Zoe" he whispered, turning and walking from the room.

Zoe screamed as he left, letting out the accumulation of hurt, anger and any other emotions she was feeling. She fell face first into her pillow and cried, harden than she'd ever cried before. She was alone, again.