Zoey awoke the next morning remembering the events that took place the night before and felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment. She rolled over and saw Mark Sloan lying on his side watching her. "Morning." He greeted her.

"Please tell me you wasn't just watching me sleep?" She asked him

"Would I do that?" Mark grinned at her.

Zoey just laughed while glancing at the time. "Geez, is that the time?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier? Don't you have to be in at some ridiculous hour?"

"Eight o' clock is not a ridiculous hour."

"It is for me! I'm always grateful to start college at 10 every day."

"Ah, but you have to get up at eight and don't you start work at that time on the weekends?"

"Actually I start work at 9." Zoey said sticking her tongue out. "but I don't have to get up earlier than that unlike you who starts at eight and has to get up even earlier." Zoey informed him, nodding manically at him.

"Well that's told me. Anyway, to answer your question, I told the hosptial to move any surgeries to the afternoon."

"Can you actually do that?"

"Zoey, what you don't realise is that I am a God in that hospital and what I say goes. Okay, I said I had a meeting with my bank manager." He added when he saw Zoey give him a disbelieving look.

Zoey laughed and all thoughts from the night before had disappeared. "Okay, well unlike you, I can't pick and choose when I can go to my classes so do you think you could get me to my car in half an hour?"

"That depends, do you think you could be ready in 20 minutes?"

"It doesn't take 10 minutes to drive to the hospital."

"Oh trust me, it will."

Zoey rolled her eyes and refused to get in to that argument. She knew better than to argue with Mark about the ETA. "Fine, just let me jump in the shower." She said, throwing back the duvet and getting out of bed. She turned round to face Mark. "You got any fresh towels in there?" She asked, pointing her thumb to the bathroom door.

Mark stared at the site before him and could feel the beginings of a semi starting to arise. Zoey was standing by his bed wearing nothing but a pastel pink bra with white hearts on and matching briefs. Her long curls fell behind her shoulders with a few strands of hair were standing up on end and she had the perfect cleavage. "Er, yeah, I-I think so."

"Ok thanks." she said nonchalantly, well aware of the effect she had on him. She walked towards to bathroom, swaying her hips flipping her hair back with great emphasis, as she knew he would be watching her.

Mark started to laugh as she did so. He knew she knew the effect that had on him and he also knew what a tease she was. "You keep doing that and I'm going to need that cold shower." He told her half joking, half sincere. "You're doing that on purpose Zo." He said to her as she continued to wriggle her hips in a joking way, in to the bathroom. He heard her laugh before popping her head round the door.
"Gee you think? Honestly, if you had more self control then I wouldn't have to do that." she teased, sticking her tongue out slightly before going back in to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar.
Do I go in there? Do I stay out here? Mark battled with himself. He heard the water from shower run and the sound of the shower door close. Mark sat at the end of his bed and rubbed his face with his hands. His incredibly sexy ex-girlfriend was naked in his shower and there he was sitting on his bed in nothing but his boxers. He got up and was about to go in to join her when he stopped himself. No, that's what the old Mark would do. The new and improved Mark will stay out of there, get dressed and forget about the naked body using his shower. As he pulled his jeans on and was fishing through a pile of t-shirts in his drawer, he heard Zoey call out from the bathroom.

"Hey Mark, what shampoo can I use?"

She's washing her hair? My sexy ex-girlfriend with the incredible ass is washing her hair? Oh man I am screwed! "D-do you have to do that-?" He called back to her. In my shower? He added in his head.

"Mark which bottle can I use?" Zoey called back to him, clearly not hearing what he said.

Mark walked over to the door but didn't enter the bathroom. "You can't. They are very special bottles of shampoo." He teased.

"Aw Mark don't be so mean – you always let me borrow your shampoo."

Mark grinned. "Use the round white bottle."

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Zoey picked the bottle up, squeezed some of the liquid out and rubbed in to her hair, making it foam. She rinsed her hair off before wiping away the condensation that had appeared on the shower door to peer out to see where he was. "Where are you?"

"I'm out here." she heard Mark say from outside the bathroom door.

Zoey felt a pang of disappointment. He always used to stay in the bathroom when she was showering at his. It was then that she remembered he had a girlfriend and whatever was going on between them that morning needed to stop. She turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it round her and walked out the bathroom where Mark was standing in just his jeans and rifling through his t-shirt drawer. "No clean t-shirts?"

"No, I'm just looking for a specific-" Mark started but could finish because he had glanced up and saw Zoey wrapped up in just a towel. She was standing before him, with her head cocked to the right, letting her dangle in front of her so she could towel dry it. She had never looked so sexy. Mark felt his jeans tighten so he quickly averted his eyes and continued to search for his t-shirt. Even when he had found it, he continued to search for it, waiting for the stubborn bulge to go away, which didn't go unnoticed by Zoey who giggled a little at his awkward situation. She went to pick her underwear up from the bathroom floor before sitting down on the bed to put them back on. Once her briefs were on she was wondering how she should put her bra on. She was never any good at putting it on normally; she usually had to put it on backwards and then swivel it round to the right way. She wanted to run in to the bathroom but didn't want to look like a weirdo who can't put a bra on properly. She stood up and put her back to Mark and placed the bra over her towel.

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Mark had finally stood up and put his black t-shirt on. "Hey are you ready to go yet?" he asked Zoey. He turned round only to see she had turned her back to him and had started jumping up and down, trying to do up the clasp of her bra. He couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Mark, you better not be laughing at me!" Zoey exclaimed.

"What if I am?" Mark said, laughing even more. "Aw you look so cute jumping up and down like that. Still can't do your bra up the proper way?"

"Shut up!" Zoey whined.

Mark stopped laughing but was chuckling a little bit. "Okay, I'm sorry, do you want some help?" He approached her as Zoey nodded. This is okay; I'm only doing her bra up. I just saw her in her underwear about 10 minutes ago. I can handle this. His heart pounded as he reached round for each strap and put them together again. He put his hands on her shoulders and moved them slowly down her back.

Zoey's heart pounded as she felt the straps being tugged gently and being done up. She shivered slightly as she felt his hands on her back, which lingered there a little longer than they should have. All she wanted to do was rip her towel away, throw him on the bed and jump on top of him. As she felt his hands leave her back, she felt a hint of disappointment. "Thanks." she said quietly, turning round to face him.

"You're welcome." Mark whispered. A silence fell as they stood there just looking at each other and all he wanted to do was grab her and kiss her until all the breath he had was gone. Say something, this is getting awkward. "You know what your problem is? This towel was in the way! If you didn't have the towel attached I bet you could have done it yourself." He told her grinning, which got him a shove on to the bed.

"Shut up!" She laughed. "It's not like before you know. I can't just take my towel off in front of you – you have a girlfriend remember and unfortunately I'm not her so that couldn't happen."

Yeah, but I wish I didn't …did she just say unfortunately? "Hey, how did you know I have a girlfriend?" Mark asked her.

Zoey sighed. "Mark, I know I work in the Day Care Centre but it is still part of the hospital – nurses talk."

Mark saw the look on Zoey's face. If he didn't know any better, he would say that it was almost disappointment. "Oh right. Well it's nothing serious."

"Nothing serious? Mark you kissed her in front of everyone for the first time after hiding the relationship for so long."

"How did you know I was hiding the relationship?" Where was she getting all this from? He hated himself. He hated himself because firstly, he cared about Lexie a lot, you could almost call it love, but here he was in his hotel room with his ex-girlfriend, the one woman he cares for the most. Secondly, he hated himself because he had actually let this girl go and now he didn't know what was going on. There was still this amazing chemistry between Zoey and himself, something he felt he didn't have with Lexie.

"Lexie told me when she was one of my doctors."

"Oh that's when you told her what happened between you and me."

"Yeah."

"I can't believe you told her that. You know she was devastated and thought I would do the same to her."

"Would you?"

"Of course not! I can't believe you would even ask me that!"

"Chill out! Look, she was asking me questions about how I knew you so I told her and that's when I realised that there was something going on with you and her and when I asked the question, she told me. It's nothing to be ashamed of you know. It's fine now … you're official …you've gone public now …no need to hide anymore …" Zoey said with a hint of sadness in her voice at the last sentence.

The two of them looked at each other, neither unsure of what to say. Mark cleared his voice. "You had better get dressed if you want to get to college on time."

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An hour later, Mark was lying in an On-Call room trying to clear his head. The drive with Zoey over to the hospital was a quiet one. Neither of them had said very much since Zoey's revelation that she knew he and Lexie were an official public couple. He kept thinking what she meant when she said unfortunately she wasn't his girlfriend. Did she mean she wished she was his girlfriend? Or something entirely different, perhaps even as an insult in some strange way. He had no idea how he was going to get through his surgeries when all his thoughts were consumed with Zoey Heart.