As we pulled up in Paul's BMW, it was like a dream. Snow cascaded down from mountains; there were dozens of pine and evergreen trees draped by the white powder. The house was huge, not like a little cabin. It was just me and Paul, not his family. I almost regretted bringing my skimpy black outfit. Almost.

" Hey, you going to go inside?" Paul asked, as he opened the door.

" No Slater, I'm just going to stand out here." I laughed. He led me through the main room, and upstairs. After I trudged behind him for a while, he finally stopped at the end of the hall. When he opened the door, I was surprised. It was the master bedroom, with a king-size bed, and a mountain view, the kind for ma magazine. It had a marble bathroom, and a large oak dresser. I loved it.

" I hope the dresser is big enough fro your stuff. Uh- I guess I'll go to my room."

" Hey Paul?" I said as he was about to leave.

" Yeah?" He asked, with a quizzical look on his face.

" Do you have any-"

" Protection? Yeah." I blushed, and threw a pillow at him.

" No stupid! Skis! I wanted to go skiing."

" Oh. Yeah sure." He looked disappointed, but I laughed anyway. I mean, he couldn't have thought that the whole reason for this tri paws just to…uh… well yeah you know. Because it wasn't. I mean, if we happened to ,then o.k. But I just wanted to get away.

That night, we sat romantically in front of the fire, sipping champagne.

" You know Simon, I never thought we would be together." Paul said, pulling back my hair.

" Me too. I mean, I never thought that I could be with you."

He looked taken back. " Why? I mean, it was always one of my fantasys." I giggled, and he put down his glass. Then he wrapped his arm around my neck. Oh god. I thought. This is happening. Then I put my glass down, with the help of Paul. Then he kissed me. A wanting kiss. A kiss that said ' I need you. All of you.' It was kind of overwhelming. Then my shirt came off. He was on top of me. I could practically feel the beating of his heart. Then he moved towards my skirt. I was lying on the coach, and couldn't breathe. I moaned a bit, but he must have thought it meant something else, not the fact I couldn't breathe. If I cant get him off of me. I might pass out. I thought. And then, I screamed.

Paul lept off of me. Or I thought he did. My eyes were closed, and I was breathing hard. I guess I didn't think that because he weighed 40 pounds more than me it would matter. It did. I had my eyes closed, and then I heard it. Another man's voice. Not any voice. Jesse's.

"Aggh!" I screamed, right after Paul. Standing before us, with osem of Pauls blood on his fist, was Jesse. Well, ghost Jesse. The Jesse I knew best. He was looking for me, to Paul, to the shirt on the coach. A lot has changed Jesse. I wanted to say, but didn't. His jaw was tight, but he still managed to walk over to the coach and throw the shirt towards me. He was angry.

" De Silva, what the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be, uh, DEAD?" Paul yelle,d buttoning up his pants. Oh god, of all the moments. I thought. I cant believe I was going to sleep with Paul.

"Jesse…how can you be?" I asked. I was crying. He was so beautiful.

" I heard you scream! I had just found out I had died… God Suzanna. I just died and I find you on the coach with Slater!" He yelled at me.

" Yeah, right. And if you didn't notice, we were kind of busy!" Paul scremed back. " What gives you the right to-"

"What? Come when my girlfriend screams? Huh? God Suzanna, how could you?" I was crying bad now. But that made my tears hot with anger.

" How could I! How could I? How could I what? Jesse, how could you!" I ran over to him ,and started beating on his chest. " How could you leave me! How could you leave me! I love you! And you, you had to go and be a hero!" He held my hands back, until I fell down, crying. " You had to go and be a hero and leave me here. I cried, and called you. You never came. How could you leave me?" I was mumbling ,and didn't look up.

" Suzanna. I just died. I had to help those people in that building, okay? I had to. Jeeze. An it hasn't been a week yet even." I was still crying. I heard Paul chig his drink.

" Fuck." He broke the glass in the fire. " Look outside de Silva. It's been a year. And if you wanted to know, she only kissed me once before this. You're a fucking asshoel, you know that? I mean, when you died, you killed her too." Jesse looked at me when Paul said that.

" A year?" He asked. And I answered a quick yes. Then he pulled me in his arms, and carried me upstairs. Paul followed, and I watched on the bed as Jesse packed my things, and Paul threw them back onto the bed.

" Get away Slater." Jesse said.

" Huh? What the hell-? Get lost Jesse. Your dead. She's with me now." Then they both looked at me, and Jesse asked the question I never thought he's be alive to ask.

" Are you with him or me?"