Connor got out of the taxi first, going around the back of the car for Imogen's bag. He walked back around to pay the fare as Imogen and her grandparents got out.

He lead them up the stairs and in to his flat.

Imogen looked around, it was small, a little bare.

Connor saw her expression. "Haven't really had chance to do much..." he admitted sheepishly, grinning. "It's being left for you to decide."

"Oh thanks!" Imogen laughed, looking at him.

"He's got a point. You women, you've got an eye for making a home look better. And if you're anything like your gran you'll be just fine." Aidan smiled.

"'You women'? Are you still in the fifties?" Imogen smirked.

"You cheeky little..." Aidan laughed at her. "Aye and Connor's got the good sense to keep quiet."

"That's because he knows I would get my own back." Imogen smirked, walking around the small kitchen/living area making mental notes of how to design the rooms.

Connor took the case through to his room. He walked back through to find Imogen looking through the cupboards. He walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her from behind and he rested his head on her shoulder. "Oi, what are you doing in here?" He smiled.

"Just looking." She smiled, leaning against him, closing her eyes.

"Yeah and you're tired." He kissed her neck lightly. "Go on, my room's through there, and I'm sorry there's not much room... the sofa folds out if you're okay with it?" He looked to the older couple.

"Of course we'll be fine. Don't worry about us." Aidan smiled.

"Are you sure?" Connor asked.

"Yes we're sure, now go get yourselves off, we'll be alright." Marie smiled.

Connor nodded and looked to Imogen.

"Not tired yet, but I do want a drink." Imogen pouted.

"Well your choice is water until tomorrow cause I forgot to go to the shop." Connor smirked.

Imogen pouted more before she sighed as Connor got a glass out of the cupboard and put some water in from the tap, handing it to her.

"You've just been through the cupboards you already know I don't have anything." He smiled as she drank from the glass.

"Okay, so before we do anything tomorrow, we get the shopping done, okay?" She smiled and kissed him before he could say anything else. She looked to the clock which read 10 o'clock and she sighed. She was tired but it was too early for her to sleep, and she wanted to spend a bit more time with Connor.

He saw her action and held her that little bit tighter. "Go on, I'll be in in a minute."

"Okay." She sighed softly, turned in his arms and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug before walking through to his room. Again she saw the room was bare, except for a bed and a wardrobe. She sat down on the bed, taking out her phone, sending her mum and Dynasty a message telling them she'd got there safely, then she decided to get herself ready.

She was just pulling a black vest top over her head when there was a knock at the door just loud enough for her to hear. "Hold on!" She called and adjusted the top so she was covered. "Okay." She called again as she took hold of a hair brush from her bag and started to run it through her hair.

Connor pushed the door open and smiled at the sight of her.

"What?" Imogen looked up at him.

"Nothing. Just... missed this that's all." He smiled, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

Imogen smiled and leaned over to drop the brush into her bag and she sat back again.

Connor leaned across her, and gently kissed her, holding her for a while as she responded. He broke the kiss and moved to her jawline and then her neck, being gentle as he felt the scar beneath his lips. He had caused it, he knew that. And he knew he would do anything to keep her from harm's way again.

Imogen allowed her eyes to close, gently placing a hand on his shoulder as she felt the tentative kisses to her scar. She let him know she was okay with a simple touch, but knew now it was pointless. The guilt had already set in. "Connor?" She said softly.

He looked back up at her with eyes full of regret and hurt. "I will never do that to you again. Or anything else to hurt you."

"I know." She answered in the same soft tone as before, moving her hand to his hair so her fingers gently tangled themselves in it briefly, then allowed her hand to move to his cheek. "It doesn't hurt me any more. I barely even look at it now." She knew the last part was a lie. She did often look at the scar, and sometimes get emotional and feel that he might find somebody else more prettier, less damaged than she was. "You have to see past it now, Connor. It's been a year." She saw him wince and she kissed him on the forehead. She hated it too, how she actually remembered it being a year exactly. "But things happen for a reason, and I wouldn't change it for anything."

Connor shook his head. "How can you forgive that? Before you wouldn't, and you were right to. I was a mess." He looked up at her. He was thankful she'd forgiven him, but couldn't understand why she had.

"Because I love you and it takes time." She answered honestly. "I started to forgive when you finally told the truth... because I knew something wasn't right and for you it was easier for your mum to take the blame. The wrong thing to do but the first decent thing she'd probably done for you."

Connor gave a small shrug. "She just told me to keep quiet..."

"I know." Imogen looked at him, wondering how long he'd been holding this burden, worried about speaking up. "But because of what you said it hurt me...and I allowed it to cloud my judgement a little. I was right to listen to my head when I told you to go to Mr Byrne. But I should have listened to my heart too. Because in here I still loved you even then. And I knew it, even more so when you were in Mr Budgen's class and you all got held up..." she said softly, shuddering a little at the memory. "And... and then we heard that bang..." her voice wavered as tears stung her eyes.

At that, Connor kissed her. "And I'm here now. Okay?"

Imogen nodded, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths to calm herself.

Connor got up to get himself ready for bed quickly, and got into the bed. "Come here." He said, gently pulling her toward him. Now they'd properly talked about it, he felt a bit more relaxed, like a weight was lifted from him.

Imogen allowed him to pull her, and she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the gentle pulse beneath her ear, and her arm went firmly around his middle.

"I'm here now." He said softly.

Imogen nodded, closing her eyes again.

"I love you." He said softly.

"I love you too." She answered, smiling.