Father Dom helped Jesse with his wound while Suze took a long, hot bath. She didn't know what to make of the situation, and all she felt like doing was drowning herself in tears. She couldn't believe she had thought Paul was right for her… and somehow that he was Jesse. They were in the middle of the woods, for heaven's sake. She wondered what happened to him, but she didn't want to know. She felt disgusting and awful and everything that was considered dire. She couldn't believe the stuff she had done with Paul instead of Jesse. How would it ever be special now? She almost was raped. At least she think she was almost raped. Was she going to let him do it? She broke down in tears and looked at the bruises on her body. She felt like killing herself, except Paul would probably still be able to come after her.
She lay in the tub until she was as wrinkly as Father Dominic. Jesse had been sleeping, and she thought maybe she had, too, in the warmth of the water. She wondered where their relationship would go from there. She hadn't explained much to Jesse, and she feared they would never be the same again. She loved him so much, and she spoiled it. She hoped he loved her.
There was a knock on the door. She felt too weak to stand up and get out. Someone probably had to use the bathroom. She called out a feeble "Yes?"
"Susannah," He said. She began to sob.
"Susannah," he called again, softly. The sun had set, and it was probably close to midnight now. She didn't know what to say.
"I want you to know…" he paused. "I love you. I hope you are okay." She could hear him breathing heavily. "I'm sorry." He whispered through the door.
She choked back a sob and used the shower curtain to lift herself from the tub. Wrapping a towel around her, she climbed out slowly and rested her cheek against the door. "Jesse."
She heard his breathing quicken.
"Susannah, I'm really—"
"No," she said. She turned the knob and opened the door. He looked into her eyes, nowhere else. "I'm sorry." With that, she broke down in tears. "I'm sorry." Why was she crying so much lately?
Jesse took her in his arms and let her heave heavy tear drops into his shirt. He kissed the top of her head, and she looked up into the pools of his eyes. "Querida," he said.
She brought her lips to his, and they collapsed into each others arms. The water droplets on her skin rubbed against his, and he couldn't help but want more. They were one. They moved in rhythm to the inside of the bathroom door, and their weight pushed it shut. She leaned back her head and looked into his eyes. He looked into hers. Her wet bed of hair stuck to her head and strung onto his. This was how it was supposed to be. Suze lifted her arms up and clasped them around Jesse's neck as they went into another kiss. As she did so, her towel gradually slipped away, and for the first time, she was with the man she loved, how she wanted. With his eyes closed, Jesse felt the curves of her body press against his clothing, and he couldn't help but hesitate. Sensing this, Suze deepened her kiss, and he deepened his. He allowed his hands to roam along her hips and down the side of her thighs. He unbuttoned his own shirt and she stepped back and watched him pull away his layers until all of him was there with all of her. He smiled and did not devour her body with his eyes, but cherished it. He loved every bit of her, and she loved every bit of him. They became one, slipping into the tub and lying there for awhile in each other's arms.
In the woods, Paul blinked, watching Suze run away with Jesse. He began to climb to his feet when the little girl grabbed him from behind.
In the window of the bathroom, the young girl watched as Jesse and Suze stood outside the bathroom and kissed. She let them be and ran away, giggling.