"Naomi Campbell you dirty little stop out," Zoe's overly excited voice teases me in the kitchen, she brushes past me sitting at the table, running her hand across my shoulder as she flicks on the kettle switch. I raise my eyebrow at her and take a bite out of my toast. I know she was desperate to hear all about last night. Every little detail no doubt. The two texts I woke up to earlier in the morning proved that. "I heard you sneaking in early this morning, things with Emily go okay?"

"Uh huh," I just nod, taking a mouthful of now lukewarm tea from my mug. "We had a good chat,"

"Right," she grins knowingly. "A chat?"

"Yes, a chat,"

"Naoms, the mark on your neck says otherwise," Shit. I forgot about that. She just casually winks at me and turns her back to fix up her morning coffee.

I feel myself blushing as I bring my hand up to my neck to hide it, even though there's no real point now that she's seen the visible mark Emily decided to leave on me. I most definitely didn't care or complain at the time, pinned against the wall of her office while her still familiar lips attacked my flesh, quite the opposite infact.

We fucked, twice. We ended up falling asleep soon afterwards, on her office sofa and when I woke up a little after 4am, she was gone. I wasn't surprised, nor angry. How could I be? I'm pretty certain when the volumes of vodka had worn off and she woke up, the last person she would of expected laying partially clothed next to her was me. So after spending a few minutes searching her office for my bra, which turned into quite a challenge in itself and a rather awkward meeting with a member of her staff who was locking up for the night, I hailed a taxi down and slinked back to my Mum's apartment, without her or Kieran noticing at least. Zoe was an altogether different matter but I didn't mind. She would of questioned me anyway.

"Stop looking at me like that," I shoot a somewhat playful glare at her as she sits down across from me, that annoying 'I told you so' look on her face. "How long have I known you and why am I only just discovering how annoying you are?"

"Oh come on," she laughs at me, stealing a slice of toast from my plate and taking a bite. Pleased with herself. "So, how long was it before she fell hook, line and sinker for that irresistible Campbell charm of yours eh?"

"It wasn't like that,"

"No?" She feigns surprised. "So, what was it like? I'm guessing she isn't seeing anyone, there's no baby Daddy or anything like that?"

"A one night thing apparently, he isn't around,"

"I told you," she grins. "And going by your obvious glow this morning, Emily is still very much gay and still very much into you,"

"My glow?" I almost laugh. "We were drunk. Actually we were both fucking gone,"

"So?"

"So, it just sort of happened," I offer with a shrug. "She kissed me and,"

"Woah, wait," she stopped me. "Emily made the first move?"

"Yeah," I casually run my fingers around the rim of my mug. "But she was hammered, we fell asleep and when I woke up, she was gone. So I've no idea what's going through her head,"

"But you are seeing her again, right?"

"I'm not sure,"

If the question was 'do you want to see her again?', my answer would one hundred times be a straight forward yes. As she left before I woke, I have no idea what she's feeling or thinking. Maybe the fact she fucked off and left me asleep is a sure sign of something I just don't want to believe. I refuse to dwell on that theory for any second longer.

"So you fucked her and didn't even get her number?" She shakes her head, furrowing her brow as she sips at her coffee. "You, Naomikins, are losing your touch,"

"Oh fuck off," I roll my eyes. "Didn't seem like I was losing it last night,"

"Yuk," she pulls a face and I laugh.

"Seriously though, I know where she works don't I? I just don't want to suffocate her, she needs to get her head around me being here, seeing me again,"

"Think she did most of that last night," she smirks from behind her mug.

"And it probably scared the shit out of her," I reply, pushing some food around my plate. Suddenly I didn't feel like eating much more. "She needs space, I can go see her at the club anytime,"

"You're only here two weeks," she states rather obviously. I had already let that thought into my mind this morning. That, amongst many other things. All Emily related of course. "Just don't waste a lot of that time, that's all I'm saying,"

Two weeks wasn't anywhere near enough time to attempt to make up for my past fuckery. Two years was probably a lot closer to the timescale but I was determined to work with the twelve days, nine hours and however many minutes I had left here.

"I need a shower,"

Up until I showered, I could still smell Emily Fitch on every inch of my body. I almost forgot what it was like to have her lingering on my skin hours after being with her. When we were together before, our after sex activities usually consisted of snuggling under a duvet with some film she loved and I had no real interest in watching or, if the mood really took us, it led to more fun in the shower. Something which Emily would always instigate. I lost count of the number of times she'd almost make me late for things. Not that I ever complained. Emily Fitch was always impossible to resist. Especially a wet naked Emily Fitch.

I shuddered at the thought and stepped out of the bathroom in a towel.

It's over an hour when I'm ready. I opt for my jean shorts, a loose t shirt with some summer print on the front and my bikini underneath. I knew whatever Zoe's plans were for the day, catching some sun rays would be at the very top of the list or thereabouts. That girl worships the sun.

As it turns out, I was correct. We spend most of the day at the beach, allowing the sun to assault our bodies before we travelled to the local market to do some shopping. A few tacky souvenir gifts & a cheap bottle of vodka later, we make our way back to the apartment with bags in hand.

We barely reach the driveway before the front door flies open and my Mum appears, looking overly excited and happy. Like happy more than usual. I mutter a curse under my breath and Zoe shoots me a confused glare. She still hadn't seen my Mum in overdrive.

"Sweetheart, there you are, where have you been? I've been trying to call you," I pull out my phone as she carries on and see four missed calls. I apologise for it being on silent. "Never mind, you're here now. I've got a surprise for you,"

"Mum," I groan as she tugs my hand. "You know I don't like surprises,"

I never did like surprises, until a certain redhead started showing me the value of them. From surprising me at work on a Friday afternoon, to random little gifts, to sex, whenever and wherever she fancied. Oh Emily loved surprises and in turn she made me like hers but since her? Nothing.

"Come on, you'll like this one," she grinned happily as we stepped through the doorway, I kicked off my shoes and Zoe placed the shopping bags on the floor. "I couldn't quite believe it myself. Of all the places and all the people,"

"What?"

I could swear my heart suddenly started beating ten times faster. I thought Emily. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I didn't have time to think of anything else. My Mum tugged me through to the lounge and there she was.

Katie Fitch. Smug, annoying and sipping wine at the table. Great. Just great.

"Hi Naomi," she smirked. "Nice to see you again,"

She didn't mean it. Of course she didn't but my Mum didn't know that and she was beaming happily next to me waiting for some grand reunion between former friends. She was going to be disappointed.

"What are you doing here?"

"Naomi," I felt my Mum nudge my arm. "Don't be rude,"

"Mum,"

"I was just coming back from dinner and we literally bumped into each other, didn't we Katie?" My Mum carries on, Katie nodding as she does so. "Couldn't believe it,"

"Can you give us a minute, please?" I ask sharply refusing to budge my glare from across the room. After a few seconds and with some help from my friend, talking about the souvenir gifts we purchased, my Mum leaves. I click the door shut behind them and put on my best fake smile before spinning to see Katie.

"Nice apartment, your Mum's still lovely, nice wine by the way,"

"Cut the shit," I interrupt quickly. "Why didn't you tell me Emily was here too?"

"Why the fuck do you think?" She frowns. "All you've ever done is hurt her,"

"That's fucking bullshit,"

"Is it?" She counters, slipping off her seat to stand with me.

"Yes,"

"Whatever,"

"I spectacularly fucked up," I admit. "Once,"

"Once was enough, I'm not giving you the chance to do that to her again,"

"Jesus," my eyes rolled and I bit my lip from smirking. This was typical of the controlling Katie I knew from years ago.

"Something funny?"

"When are you going to realise she isn't yours, Katie? She doesn't need to live in your shadow anymore, she hasn't had to for years. You know that don't you?"

"I only look after her,"

"No you don't," I answer as she drinks the remaining wine from the glass. "You try and rule her life, there's a difference. Nothing's changed with you has it?"

"Emily's happy, she's got Olivia, she's made a life for herself here," she steps forward, closing the space between us. "Enjoy the rest of your holiday but stay the fuck away from my Sister, she's finally over you,"

I clenched my eyes shut when she deliberately knocks into my shoulder on the way to the door. I bite my lip for a second and spin around quickly.

"It seemed like it when she fucked me in the office of the club last night," the words leave my mouth angrily and it stops Katie at the door just as I wanted. I knew she'd hate hearing that more than anything else and as wrong as it was to blab, I loved turning the tables on the gobby Fitch twin. "She couldn't get enough of me actually,"

"You're lying,"

"Am I?"

"Ems isn't that stupid, she wouldn't,"

"She's got a new tattoo, right above her waistline," I pause for a few seconds, Katie says nothing so I continue. "It really suits her,"

Now she knew I wasn't lying. Her face flushed red with anger.

"Fuck off,"

"She's not a kid anymore. Christ, she's even had a kid of her own,"

"Which is why you should stay away," she swipes at me. "You screwed Emily up before, I won't let you do that again, not with Olivia around,"

"Remember when you told me to stay away from Em before?" I question, she frowns towards me but I know she'll remember. "In the cafe before the college ball. You told me she wasn't mine,"

"She isn't,"

"You told me not to go to the college ball that night. I didn't listen to you then. So, what makes you think I'll listen to you now?" I wait for a response and get nothing but an angry scowl. I half expect her hand to meet my face but it doesn't. I step forward, taking her by surprise. "Don't come round here threatening me, Katie. I'm not going to push Emily for anything, what happens next is up to her. She'll make her own decision,"

"She'll make the right decision,"

"If you thought that, you wouldn't be here warning me off,"

"I mean it, Naomi," her teeth grit at me. "Stay away,"

"Are you done?" I ask, ignoring her face that's almost pushed into mine. She refuses to answer, instead nodding her head. "Then you should leave,"

She does. Promptly turning on her heel and slamming the door on her exit. I sigh loudly and throw my head back just as Zoe cautiously appears in the doorway.

"You alright?"

"Perfect," I flash my best smile. "Just perfect,"