DISCLAIMER –Meg Cabot created, and owns these characters that I've written about, not me. They're hers, she gets all the credit, and I'm just a humble fan – a little obsessed, maybe, though. But any way, like I said, she owns Jesse and every one else…

A/N – THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERY ONE FOR REVIEWING! I appreciate it. In fact, I appreciate it so much, that I've written a sequel as a thank you (my story was originally going to be a one-shot, but I figured, "why not?").

Also, I believe, just like in the series, Jesse would of course tell Father D about the relationship, and insist he move out… that's Jesse for you. So chivalrous and honorable. That's why we all love him, right? "Sigh."

Si Tú Quieres (If You Want)

Can you believe it? Can you believe it? Susannah loves me. Me! Dios, I'm so grateful. But honestly, it wouldn't be right.

I told Susannah myself; I told her I was going to have to move out if we were going to be together – ironic, I know.

"But why, Jesse?" she pleaded with me.

"Susannah," I said, while a smile was playing at my lips. "It's not like I'm going to be gone forever."

"I know that, Jesse," Susannah sighed, exasperatedly. "But … but… Spike would miss you. Yeah, that's it. The ugly cat would whine so much, that the neighbors would complain." She shot my Spike a disgruntled look.

I laughed silently. I don't think Spike was the only one who would miss me if I left; however I could tell Susannah was trying to hide that fact.

"Yes, but I'm taking Spike along with me. Father Dominic has already found a room for me to stay in." I took Susannah's hands in mine.

She muttered something under her breath that sounded almost like she said, "Dumb, lucky cat." But maybe I was mistaken.

Any way.

"Querida, Father Dominic is right, you know. Think of your mother. You know how she would feel if she knew our… circumstance." I cupped her face in my hands. I saw two very skeptical-looking, jade-green eyes staring back. "It doesn't mean I love you any less," I whispered.

"I know that Jess," she said, as her eyes filled with tears. Oh no, I thought. It was pulling at my heart-strings. I took Susannah in my arms. She yielded.

"Don't cry," I hushed.

I felt moisture hit my forearms, as her tear-drops fell.

I wanted to stop her crying. It hurt too much inside of me too see her like this. I placed one hand on Susannah's cheek, and stroked it with my thumb. "Please, don't make it harder for me than it already is, querida," I told her.

I covered her mouth with mine, and the familiar warmth that always immersed me came on like a tidal wave over me. Susannah sobbed between kisses. I brought mi querida over to the window seat. I couldn't let her go – not then, not ever. Who was I kidding? Myself, that's who.

So I told her, "Querida, you're right. I'm sorry. It's your choice here."

I placed her forehead against mine. Susannah's tears were still slipping down, but she looked searchingly at my eyes. I told her "I'll leave or I'll stay. you decide. Si tú quieres, mi amor. If you want," I translated. "If you want me to stay, then… then we'll figure something out. But I promise you. I promise you, querida, that even if I don't live here any more I'll never ever leave you."

"Stay" seemed to play around mi querida's lips, but finally Susannah took a deep breath, and said, "No, Jesse. You're right. It's just, I don't want to let you go."

Then she looked me in my eyes, and said she said seriously, "But you have to promise me one thing."

"Anything," I said, equally serious.

A smile was playing at the corner of Susannah's sweet lips. "Promise me that you'll continue kissing me after we finish the conversation."

I couldn't hold a smile back. Any way, how could I say no to Susannah? So, I proceeded to kiss her right after that.

There you go! I know it's short, but sweet right? I hope you enjoyed it! : - )