A.N - Yeah, I don't think anyone really likes this story. But I'm going to continue posting it nonetheless. Because I like writing it.

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Thanks to the few people who have reviewed so far mind. Love you for it.

Chapter 4

When I woke up the next morning, I wasn't sure which part of last night was a dream and which really happened. Seriously. After Jesse left I dreamt pretty much the same thing happening all over again.

Not that I was complaining - It was a very good dream. But still, I hadn't even known the guy a day and he already had such a big effect on me. It was only a little unnerving to think about how I'd feel about him as early as next week.

I did feel a little guilty though, in spite all of my warm feelings. I mean, I cheated - was cheating - on Paul. Paul. The same Paul who gave up his life in Seattle to live closer to me. And how did I repay him? Yeah, that would be by kissing the ghost that lives in his bedroom. Over and over and over …

I am such a bad girlfriend.

So bad in fact, that when Paul picked me up to go back to his house where we could be alone - yeah, I know how it sounds but really, trying to get privacy in a house with three prying step-brothers, a mom who was excited about the fact you had a boyfriend, an over-protective step-dad and a dog. At least in Paul's house the chances of running into another family member were pretty slim, the house is that big - I distractedly kissed his cheek, before promptly falling into a Jesse filled daydream, excited about the fact I was going to be able to see him again.

Paul seemed happy enough to drive in silence though. I mean, he didn't even try to start up a conversation. When we actually reached his house on Scenic Drive though, it was a completely different story.

Paul had stopped the car and opened my door for me before I had time to take off my seatbelt.

"Um," I said, taking his offered hand to help me out of the car. Even though I could do it myself. "Thanks."

"No problem," Paul replied. It was probably a good thing he didn't detect my sarcasm. "How about we head up to my room?"

The way he said it screamed that he wasn't exactly planning on this visit to be totally innocent.

I nodded, nonetheless. Not because I wanted to … you know, with Paul. But because I wanted to see Jesse again. Plus, Paul was really starting to freak me out with his intensity today.

He led me to his room, still holding onto my hand from when I'd gotten out of the car. I could've snatched it away, I suppose, and find my way to his room by myself. But the house was big. There was no way that I was going to remember the way.

"You ready to come into my bedroom, Suze?" He said unnaturally loudly, his voice emphasising the word bedroom which I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow at. I mean, I'm not deaf and I totally knew where we going. What was his problem today?

"Uh, Yeah." Was all I said out loud though. I may not be the best girlfriend, but I'm not about to start being mega-rude to him.

Then he opened the door slowly. Too slowly for my liking. I had to crane my neck to get my first look at Jesse.

My breath left me when I finally did find him. He was sat, calmly, on the bed looking over at the door with that unidentifiable expression on his face.

Despite it having only been a few hours since I saw him last, I missed him.

I felt wet kisses travel up the length of my neck while a masculine finger trailed down my waist.

Oh yeah, Paul. My eyes widened. Paul! Jesse was watching Paul kiss me!

I pushed him away quickly, before I could think of an excuse for my actions.

"Paul…" Think, Suze. Think. I needed an excuse. Now would be good. Maybe I shouldn't have been so hasty.

I sent frantic looks towards Jesse over Paul's shoulder, silently asking for his help. The only reply I received was a raised, scarred eyebrow.

"Suze?" Paul inquired after what I suspected had been a long minute of silence. "Are you okay?"

"Bathroom!" I blurted out, pleased at finally having thought of a plausible excuse. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Oh," Paul had obviously not been expecting that. "I'll take you."

The tingles I usually got when he placed his arm around me weren't there today. I smiled gratefully, hiding the way I felt at having him touch me. I looked up at him to find him throwing a smug look over his shoulder at, well, Jesse. Only, Paul couldn't see ghosts - he wasn't a mediator - so that idea was ridiculous.

As it turned out, the bathroom was only down the hall and Paul could have easily given me directions. Whatever. Maybe Paul just wanted to play host.

When we reached the bathroom door, it seemed like Paul had every intention of waiting for me.

"It's okay, Paul." I placed a hand on his arm. "You can wait for me back in your room, I can find my own way back."

Paul looked a little sheepish and took the hand that was resting on his arm.

"I'm sorry, Suze." He said kissing it. "I'll see you in a minute."

I nodded, agreeing and then stepped inside the room, using the locked door as a barrier to go between us.

Leaning against the door, I let a sigh escape me. This was getting stupid. How are we going to get away with this?

I walked over to the sink basin and filled it with cold water. Cupping my hands to use as a makeshift bowl, I threw the cold water up onto my heated face, in an attempt to cool me down. I was so glad I was wearing waterproof mascara.

I stood staring critically at my reflection in the water - prettier than average but not, say, Kelly Prescott Pretty. I was about to drain the bowl and return to Paul when I felt a finger ghosting down my neck.

Unlike Paul's touch earlier, this one sent shivers down through my entire body.

"Eres muy bonita, querida." Said a deep Spanish voice in my ear.

I shut my eyes and pictured the face of the only man I knew who could speak Spanish.

"Jesse." I whispered, opening my eyes and turning around to face him.

"Hello, querida." He whispered in return with a perfect smile.

It didn't take long for me to bury myself into his warm embrace.