Chapter Eight

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Night had already fallen when Jesse finally came round.

After I had watched him for awhile, I had gone down to have dinner as usual, and as soon as I got back upstairs, I heard him awaking.

He just started moaning 9not like full on miserable moaning, the kind when you feel sick) and opened his eyes slowly. When he saw me standing at the door to my bedroom he said, "Querida".

Ok, that sent me swooning.

How much had I missed that word coming from his soft lips (believe me, I knew how soft they were).

I walked over to him and sat down.

He reached out one arm and touched my face. "I'm so sorry, Susannah".

That did it. I just had to lean down and kiss him. Oh how I had missed that felling he gave me whenever he got near me.

After awhile, when he had finished out passionate embrace, Jesse tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down again.

"You need rest Jesse", I said softly.

And I went to get some thing to help his wounds. I came back with the same tube of stuff Jesse himself, had once used on me, and some bandages.

Funny how both our wounds came from the same person. Paul.

I started wrapping up his cuts with the bandages. He was going to have to actually hide whenever someone came into my room. He'd look awfully funny as just a few bandages floating in mid air.

After I had finished wrapping him up he fell asleep, and after I had had another shower, I slipped into my bed with him.

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