This is uploaded on my iTouch so hope it works. 'Oh god Peter' Carla said clinging to his body as they both climaxed. He found himself holding her close to his body; appreciating every minute he spent with her, in fear that he would soon loose her. 'Please don't go back Peter, not yet' Carla said, stirring the spoon in the coffee she'd made him. He sighed half-heartedly. This was the problem with starting an affair that constituted on such complex foundations, he had to make a decision, and soon, his upcoming wedding to Leanne was under a month away, and each fleeting moment he spent with Carla he found himself becoming more and more drawn to the broken women who's pain was concealed so well. Guilt was consuming him, on both sides. He cared deeply, loved Leanne, she provided him stability, was a wonderful mother to Simon, she loved him back and she'd supported him so many times. And then there was Carla, someone he'd known properly for less than two months, who's life, when you took a closer look was far from enviable, she'd admitted it herself, she didn't have a maternal bone in her body, she may have been wealthy and ambitious but behind those eyes was a desolate body aching for love; that need drew Peter in closer and closer until he found his heart crying out every time he left her, found himself thinking about her each and every day when it should be his fiancé that was on his mind. Carla sat beside him, passing him his coffee. Apprehensively she broached the subject they found easier to avoid. 'Have you come any closer to deciding?' Carla asked. 'Peter?' she pressed as he tapped his thumb against the mug in his hands. He paused, unsure of what to say, if he was honest he thought about it all the time, only he went round and round in circles, unable to bring himself to make the decision. 'No' he said, honestly. Carla looked down, she'd fallen hard for him, and she'd never fallen in love with someone in such a short space of time. He'd just clicked with her, his patience and caring nature enveloping her in a bubble of security that she was now too comfortable in. 'I love you' she said, her immaculate, glamorous, hard demeanour crumbling in his presence. 'I love you too.. only' Peter said. 'You love Leanne as well' Carla said. 'Three years Carla, it's been three years, can I really throw that all away?' he pondered. 'I don't know.. are you happy? Honestly? Paul and I were together 10 years, and we weren't happy' Carla said. 'I thought I was' Peter said thinking back to a few months ago when he'd proposed to Leanne. 'And now?' she questioned. 'Now there's you' he said despondently. She felt her heart sink, his tone so bleak. 'And I've ruined it for you, messed with ya head' she said. He looked up catching her melancholy response. 'No, Car, it's not your fault, you didn't plan this' Peter said. '..No but I didn't stop it' she said. 'Neither did I' he said, unable to bear the sadness in her voice, cupping her chin in his hands as though to comfort her. 'I'll make a decision, and I'll make it soon.. tonight' he said looking into her eyes. Her eyebrows dipped, her lips pouted and he couldn't resist planting one last kiss on her mouth before he left. 'You'll always be my Car, no matter what' he said, his parting words leaving her suspended in an oblivion she needed to escape. Carla put her glass down and pinched the bridge of her nose; a splitting headache coming on and she felt hot and flushes. She rolled her chair back and switched on her office fan, closing her eyes trying to ignore her period pain. Usually she didn't want anyone around her at this time, but right now, knowing their love was like a thread, about to snap, all she could think of was his arms around her, strong and soothing, his breath warm against her neck, his body fitting plush against her. When she looked up, he was standing there; Hayley gave her an eager nod and shut the door to her office. 'Are you okay?' he said noticing her pale skin and slightly flushes cheeks, the way her arm cradled her stomach and she leaned back in her chair, clearly uncomfortable. 'Fine, I'm fine..' she said, suddenly her pain became unimportant and all that mattered was that he was here. 'I've.. come to a decision' he said, his voice quaking and his mind frame clear. Carla swallowed hard. 'Get out' she said overcome by resentment, anger, hurt, betrayal. 'Carla, please' Peter said devastated by her reaction. 'I said get out' she said, unable to stop the solitary tear rolling down her cheek, taking it with it her mascara, leaving an inky trail down her face. 'I had to choose.. I didn't want to' Peter said as Carla turned away, feeling alone and used, in her heart she couldn't blame Peter but she'd found such safety in his love these past few weeks, at a time when she was at her most vulnerable, her break up from Trevor and the reason's for it still playing in her mind. 'Please go' Carla said, not wanting to look at him, knowing he was no longer hers, not that he ever was. 'Carla, please.. I didn't mean to hurt you.. but I've made a commitment to Leanne, and Simon' Peter said. 'I know, you've said your piece now go and get back to them' she said, her voice bitter. 'I won't forget .. us' he said honestly, wishing it hadn't come to this. 'Whatever' Carla said, the way he'd whispered 'I love you' to her so surely as he made love to her last night playing over and over in her head. 'You know, I'd be with you, if I could..' he said. 'You can' she said, desperate for him to hold her. 'In another life, for sure' he said, turning to leave.