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Chapter 25 – Just A Little Something

The ride back to Randy's house was deadly quiet. I wasn't sure what my best friend was thinking about, but I did know that he probably wouldn't want to speak to me about it. He had barely confided in me since I had returned from my six months away with Elle, which was yet another thing that made me wonder what had happened to him while I had been away. He would have jumped at a chance to tell me about something he was thinking about before hand, or about a girl...

Speaking of girls, I hadn't heard him say anything about a member of the opposite sex since I had been home. There must have been something seriously wrong with him if he wasn't messing around with a bunch of women.

But like I had said, I knew he wouldn't want to speak about it. I figured that he'd tell me what it was eventually, if he needed to.

And it wasn't like I had let him into my own mind as of late, either. He had asked me countless times the night before and the morning after if I wanted to talk to him about what had happened with Jesse, but I had shook my head every single time, or changed the subject. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him about it... all I wanted right now was for him to comfort me about the stupid argument I'd had with Jesse... but I was afraid that he'd do more than that. I knew what Randy was like, and I knew that he despised my fiancée. The last thing I needed was the pair of them fighting because of me.

So instead of asking him about his thoughts, I kept quiet, and lost myself in my own.

And before I knew it, we were back at Randy's house. I hated that I had to leave to sort out my problems, because truthfully, I would have taken spending the day with Randy over talking to Jesse about our argument any day.

But I knew that wasn't possible. I had to sort things out, now, when it was still fresh in our minds. The longer we left things as they were, the worse we'd be when we finally did talk.

So, with a quick goodbye to my best friend, I jumped into my own car and started up the engine, ready to take the quick five minute drive back to my own home. As I eventually pulled onto my familiar drive, I tried to think of anything to say to Jesse to help us along, but everything in my mind just seemed to blur into one big mush. There was nothing I had to say to him, not after how he had spoken to me... so I hoped, for both of our sakes, that he had something to say to me.

"Jesse?" I spoke timidly as I finally walked into the house, looking around the empty hallway.

"Ella, babe, is that you?" His voice replied almost instantly, and he appeared with it from the living room only seconds later, "God, I was so worried. And I'm such an idiot," He laughed in relief, walking over and wrapping his arms around me tightly.

I sighed, my eyes closing as I struggled to keep my hands by my sides. It took everything I had not to just wrap my arms around him and forgive him there and then... but I couldn't. I knew it'd be easier, but I just couldn't bring myself to forget how he had treated me, no matter how good it felt to be in his arms.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his face scrunched in concern as he pulled away slightly, one of his hands lifting to brush a strand of my hair from my face. I cringed, realising how bad I probably looked right now, after just returning from the gym... but hell, I was sure I was going to be looking pretty darn bad more than once after this, so he was just gonna have to accept it. I wasn't always gonna be dressed to the nines and covered in makeup.

"Hmm, I'm okay," I nodded, my voice showing no emotion.

"Ella, I... I don't know what came over me yesterday," He shook his head back and forth, sighing; "I was such an ass. I'm just so stressed out at the minute with the wedding and everything, I guess I just snapped."

"You're not the only one that's stressed, Jesse, but you don't see me speaking to you like that," I rose an eyebrow, pulling away from him slightly. He wasn't getting away with it that easily.

"I know," He smiled ever so lightly, "That's because you're perfect, and I feel like such a bastard, treating you that way when you'd never dream of doing the same. I promise you, that if you forgive me, I'll never do it again," He shook his head, once again inching forward and placing his hands on my shoulders, his puppy dog eyes slowly melting my annoyance away.

"Jesse," I groaned, my own hands lifting to wrap around his arms, "I understand you being mad at me for forgetting the dinner, and it wouldn't have even bothered me if we'd just disagreed about that, but it wasn't just about that, was it? It was about Randy."

"Ella," He sighed, "I'm sorry, I just... I can't help it if I don't like the guy, you know? We've always had something against each other, ever since college... and I just don't think that's gonna change anytime soon."

"I know you've never liked each other, and I'm sorry that you can't see eye to eye," I shook my head, "But I need my best friend in my life, Jesse. I can't just stop seeing him because you two don't like each other."

"Okay."

"Okay?" I frowned, wondering if I'd heard him correctly.

"Yeah," He nodded, smiling ever so slightly as one of his hands caressed my cheek, "I don't like him being a part of our life, Ella. I hate it, actually... but if it's what you want, then I'll accept it."

I knew that things could be far better than this, that I wanted the pair of them to try and get on with each other for my sake... but right now, I guess this was okay. I wasn't going to do much better, and I most definitely wasn't going to push it and turn it into yet another argument.

"Thank you," I smiled, before wrapping my arms around him and pulling myself towards him for a hug. So, perhaps I should have gone a little longer before forgiving him, but I couldn't help myself. Staying mad with someone, especially after they had tried to apologise, just wasn't my thing.

"Hey, umm... I have a little something to show you. Come upstairs with me?" He asked, pulling away slightly.

"Err, okay," I scrunched my face up in confusion, but followed him up the stairs all the same. What could he possibly have to show me? Something for the wedding, most likely.

Once we reached the top, Jesse span around, a cute little smile on his lips as he held his hand out to me. Although I still wondered what the hell was happening, I smiled back all the same, and took a hold of his hand.

I let him lead me through the short hallway, passing Maria's empty room first. I sighed, wondering where she was... but knowing her, she'd probably ended up spending the entire night out. I hoped so anyway, at least then I wouldn't have to explain everything. Next to that room it was the bedroom which Alex, Jesse's sister, was staying in. I wasn't sure where she was, but her door was open, and there was nobody inside. I was grateful that she was out somewhere too; it'd be another person I didn't have to talk to. We carried on, and passed the room that Jesse's parents were in. I could hear mumbles coming from the opposite side of the door, and I sighed, reminding myself to apologise to them later on for not turning up for the dinner they had planned, and not to mention the argument that they had most likely heard between Jesse and I.

We reached our own bedroom within seconds, and as he opened up the door and led me inside, all my thought's completely disappeared. My eyes were wide, and my jaw was slack as I looked around the room.

"Jesse..." I whispered, my head shaking back and forth as I took in the hundreds of candles that were lit and placed around the bedroom. With the curtains closed, they were the only source of light, which made everything look so romantic. Not only that, but thousands upon thousands of red rose petals were scattered all over the place. I inched around, so that I could get a better look at the en suite, and my eyes widened even further when I noticed it was decorated in the exact same way, and a boiling hot bath had been run. I could see the steam rising from the water, and I sighed at the thought of relaxing in it.

"Just a little something, you know, to tell you how sorry I really am," Jesse's voice interrupted, and I span back around to see him stood only inches away, smiling beautifully, "I thought that maybe we could start off with a massage, and then take a bubble bath..."

I shook my head, a grin breaking out across my face as I closed the gap and hugged him once more. So, maybe it was just a way of winning back my trust, but it was perhaps one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me.

"Hmm, thank you," I whispered, smiling crookedly as we pulled away.

"You don't need to thank me," He rolled his eyes, before a grin of his own grew on his lips, and he gave me the smallest of kisses.

"So... how about that massage?"

I smirked up at my fiancée as he chuckled in response to my question, but nodded his head all the same. His hands trailed along the sleeves of my jacket, before moving back to the collar, and slowly pulling it down across my shoulders. I shuddered at the feel of his warm hands against my skin as he slipped off my coat. I looked into his beautiful golden eyes, his expression now deadly serious as his hands reached for the bottom of my tank top, before pulling it up and over my head in one swift movement, leaving my top half clad in nothing but my bra.

We stayed completely silent as he took hold of my hand again and led me over to the bed. I smiled up at him timidly, running my free hand across the front of his shirt, before I crawled onto the bed and lay down on my stomach. Within seconds, Jesse's hands connected with my back, and he began to work his magic.

I groaned at the feel of his fingers running along my muscles, loosening all the knots that I didn't even realise I had. It must have been my gym session with... Randy.

God, no matter where I was, who I was with, or what I was doing, he always managed to find a way into my thoughts.

I scrunched my eyes up as I felt Jesse move position, so that he was now straddling my hips. His touch seemed like it was everywhere, and it felt amazing... but I still couldn't get my best friend out of my head. No matter how hard I tried to stay in the now, my mind kept returning to months previously, when Randy and I were in the hotel room together, and he was doing the exact same thing to me as Jesse was now.

I gulped, wanting nothing more than to feel the heat course through my body from Jesse's touch... but it didn't. Of course, he made me feel crazily good, but it wasn't the same as how Randy made me feel. No matter how much I wanted it to be.

My eyes shot open, and I fidgeted for a few moments until I was now lay on my back, staring up at the rather confused looking Jesse who was still straddling my hips.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He frowned, leaning over so that he was resting above me on his elbows.

I sighed, biting my lip as I tried to rid myself of my thoughts. Sometimes I hated my brain so damn much, and right now was no different.

I couldn't help myself from thinking that the reason I was feeling like this was because I was still pissed off about Jesse. Despite the fact that my fiancée and I had made up pretty easily after our argument, I still couldn't seem to forget about how he had spoken to me.

Or how he had flirted with my good friend, Maria. Or those models the day that we had argued on the tour.

And to top it all off, Randy had planted the seed of doubt when he had spoken to me about all of this at the bridal shower. What if he was right about Jesse? What if all the charm was an act, and the real man I was marrying was a player, an asshole... and everything else Randy said he'd be once I got to know the real him?

"Ella?"

I shook my head, and forced myself to refocus on my fiancées beautiful face as he looked down at me from only a few inches away, his expression full with confusion... and worry.

How could I be so stupid? Every couple had their tiffs, and ours was going to be no different. I couldn't act like this every single time we had a damn argument.

"Nothing's wrong," I shook my head, forcing a smile to spread across my lips.

It took him a small moment to accept what I was saying, but eventually, the grin of his that I loved so much grew across his face, and he nodded in reply. I lifted my hand up to trace the lines around his smile, and despite everything, I slowly lifted myself to place a kiss on his lips. It didn't take long for Jesse to realise what I wanted, as within seconds, our sweet little moment had turned into one full of passion.