Harriets POV

I couldn't quite believe what id let myself in for. Me, Harriet Finch had agreed to walk into the pub, with Cain, with a giant red hand print on the back of my leggings. I don't quite know what had possessed me to actually say yes but there was something about me doing that, which re-lit that fire that was there the first time. Not that we lacked the fire but we both had to admit it was far more exciting, far more mischievous when nobody knew about us. It was that fact that we were doing something we shouldn't have been doing, that fear of getting caught that I knew we both missed. Me doing this was yet another one of these times. Doing something so out of character, so out of the ordinary which made our desire for each other even stronger. Its actually insane how much my life has changed and in such a short time. I knew some peoples opinions on us weren't great but that didn't really bother either of us. I knew what I was about to do would spark up some major gossip. People would be talking about it all week and I knew there were risks. It would most likely get round the church and to the Bishop but part of me didn't really care about the risks, the part in me in which Cain Dingle had brought out. I never in a million years thought that I would be stood in my bathroom, a red hand print on my bum and the idea of being embarrassed in front of the whole pub. I knew for a fact that Cain thought I would chicken out but I never went back on my word. I was rather excited, mainly just to see Cain's reaction when I actually went through with it. I looked in the mirror one more time before making my way downstairs to find Cain sat at the kitchen table, already wearing his coat.

"Eager to get to the pub are we?" I ask, flashing him a hint of a flirtatious smile.

"I actually can't believe you're going through with it. I thought you were just bluffing." He said, laughing. I'm sure he had half expected me to come down without the leggings on.

"You know me, I like a challenge." I say before picking up my handbag and heading towards the door.

"Aah so that explains why you're going out with me then." He replied walking behind me to set off to the pub.

"Must be, can't think of any other reason." I teased before opening the door.

Cains POV

Within no time at all we had reached the door of the pub. When i had dared her i didn't think there was any chance on earth she'd actually agree. I don't know what it is but i loved the idea of her walking around with my hand print on her backside. I'd joked about me 'marking my territory' but i think that does play a part in it. Sort of my way of letting everybody know that she was mine. That part i myself still couldn't quite believe. How was this attractive, sexy, kind hearted woman still single? She was a catch and a half, or at least i thought so. I woke up every morning thinking i was the luckiest guy on earth and this morning was no different. I loved her with a passion and when she did stuff like this it made me love her even more, if that was remotely possible. From the moment we got involved with each other we had chemistry unlike anything id ever felt or seen before. It was like we had met before, who knows maybe even in a past life and that we had now come together again. As we reach the door i felt a surge of excitement shoot through my body.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to." I say as her hand reaches for the door handle.

"What are you on about? You dared me to do it." she says, confused as to why i had changed my mind.

"I just wanted to see if you'd actually do that, i still cant believe you almost did." I reply, realising now i didn't want the whole village staring at Harriets Backside.

"Aah, So what do you suppose we do instead?" She asks, a glint of passion evident in her eyes.

"We could always go back in time a little?" I suggest, nodding in the direction of the church.

"You're not serious?" She replies, taken back a little by my suggestion.

"Oh come on, for old times sake?" I plead, looking at her with desperation, already undressing her with my eyes.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Her words spinning round my head, as she makes her way towards the church, hastily pulling me behind her.