A.N: Sorry so long guys! Review please!

"Is it you I want

Or just the notion of

A heart to wrap around

So I can find my way around?"

-Breaking Benjamin

"I'm just worried about him Grace!" I snapped, clearing the dinner plates as she settled on the couch.

"I know, sweetie. I'm worried too. But you know I'm right."

More and more Grace has been bugging me about my true feelings for Jack. I've always thought Jack was handsome, but too immature. Now that he's taking responsibility for Elliot and has a job…I've just felt this almost gravitational pull to him. And Grace knows this. But now, with whatever's been bothering him, I've stopped wanting to ravage him and started wanting to protect him from….what? Himself? Was this all of his own fruition? Whatever it was, I wanted to make it all go away.

"So, tomorrow night, invite him over for…I don't know, a movie or dinner--"

"I have dinner plans already." I said with a sly smile.

"Oh, Sweetie, I can't. Leo's dragging me over to his parents house for dinner." she made a face of slight disgust at having to sit through conversations about the theatre and books.

"It wasn't an offer, conceited. You know that client I've been talking about?" she nodded. "Well, he asked me out."

"But you're in love with Jack." she protested.

Not this again. "I have feeling for him."

She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my cheek, not wanting to interrupt my dishwashing. "And I also think that you should act on these feelings instead of suppressing them."

The she left me alone with my thoughts.

"Thanks Oprah." I said to no one in particular.

Was what I was feeling for Jack….love? I knew that Jack still (recently, anyway) had feelings for me. We confessed feelings of some sort when we thought that we slept together on Karen's yacht. But does he still feel that way? Do I?

Who am I fooling? Of course I do. But I can't wait for him forever. Every time I turn around, he's got a new ….suitor. So, I can go out with Darren and it be okay, right? I deserve happiness…which I probably will never feel until I make things right with Jack. Until I can call him mine, and he can call me his. Even as I think all this, I know it's pretty much useless.

I should just do something with Jack tomorrow, leave him for one of his conquests to take, and go have a great dinner with Darren.

I got ready for bed and laid between the cold sheets, wondering if Jack was wondering about him, and drifted off to dream about those sad blue eyes and that mischievous grin. The tragically beautiful husk of a man that I love with all my soul...