A.N - Thanks for the response for last chapter. It was more then the other 3 put together. Lol. So, yeah. Again please?

Hope you like.

Chapter 5

His arms wrapped around me tightly as he whispered words to me. I was so happy to see him. Paul had been getting slightly stalker-ish.

I pulled back from the hug and the smile he sent towards me almost broke my heart. I couldn't do this to him. I can't love him and then leave him to go spend time with my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry." My head drooped in an attempt to hide my tears. I never cry. Ever. That's how much this situation was getting to me.

"For what, querida?" His voice was comforting. Even more so than the touch of his fingers as they raised my head up so our gazes could lock.

"Everything!" I exclaimed. "Paul -"

Jesse cut me off with a kiss. Obviously the subject of Paul made Jesse feel like he had to assure himself that I was, in that moment, with Jesse instead.

"Susannah," he said when he pulled away. "Querida, listen. Paul can see me. He is like you - a mediator. And he also knows I have feelings for you."

"How?" I interrupted him.

He smiled wryly, ignoring my question and continuing with his speech.

"He's parading you in front of me, querida." He added. "'Showing me what I'm missing'. To make me jealous."

He stopped there, presumably to let what he'd said sink in. The silence was deafening. I was finding everything a bit hard to cope with. How could Paul be a mediator? Though, if Jesse was right, it did explain Paul's behaviour today. He had been really over attentive. Like he was putting a claim over me.

Oh.

"And it's working."

I looked up at Jesse as he said that. His face was full of emotion. Me being with Paul was really killing him. It would be better for everyone involved if we just ended it. Only problem was that I didn't know which 'relationship' I was talking about.

"Jesse," I whispered. I didn't know what I was going to say. I hadn't planned that far ahead. All I knew was that I had to find some way to at least try and comfort him. "I think … I think that I should tell Paul what I am. That I can see you."

Yeah. That's the best I came up with.

"It might be better if the truth is out there," I continued. "Don't you think?"

"No!" Jesse visibly paled at the suggestion. "¡Nombre de Dios! Susannah, you can't tell him!"

He trailed off even as his gaze never left my own. Muttering Spanish phrases I didn't even attempt to translate - my Spanish knowledge was poor at best - he pulled me to him in a tight embrace.

"Querida," he murmured into my hair. "The only reason Paul is allowing me to see be here when you are also, is because he believes you can not see me. If you tell him that you can, he'll find a way to stop me seeing you."

My head jerked upwards in fear.

"Paul and I had a little talk last night," Jesse continued. "He told me that I might as well 'stick around' when you were here as he had nothing to be threatened of. If Paul Slater does feel threatened by me, there's no telling what he would do."

"But," I was stammering. I only did that when I was really nervous. Or Scared. "Last night, you came to my room. Couldn't we do that?"

"He might exorcise me."

I swear my heart actually froze at hearing that. My eyes widened and I could feel tears accumulating at the thought.

"Please, Susannah."

I blinked at his plea and a stray tear fell out of my eyelid. Jesse wiped away the tear-drop with the pad of his thumb before leaving a kiss where the drop had ended up on my cheek.

I closed my eyes, savouring the contact.

"I wont Jesse," I whispered. No way was I going to risk Paul exorcising him. That should only be used as a last resort - like that time last January where there was this really annoying ghost called Heather.

"I promise you that I wont tell Paul."

Jesse, who had stepped away after wiping away my tear, crushed me into a hug in his obvious relief. He rained kisses down on me muttering a thank you after each one.

Okay, I couldn't help it. I giggled.

"Come on," Jesse stepped away from me and spoke through clenched teeth, hating his next words. "You should get back to Paul."

See what I mean by unfair? Here I was with the guy I loved - yes, loved. Already. You don't heave to tell me how soon it was. I am very much aware - and I'm leaving him to spend time with my boyfriend. Who will most probably insist on making out. To make the guy I loved jealous.

This whole thing was turning into some kind of soap opera.

Poor Jesse. I would hate it if Jesse was leaving me to go and French kiss his girlfriend. I wouldn't blame him for not sticking around. A part of me knew he would be, however. To make sure that Paul didn't get up to anything unnecessary. And the part of that knew that let a small thrill run through my body.

In response to his comment, I shook my head and buried it into his strong, broad chest.

"I don't want to," I mumbled.

Childish, I know. But I really, really didn't want to leave him.

He laughed deeply. I loved his laugh.

"I don't want you to go either, querida," he admitting placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "But you have already been separated from Paul for a suspicious amount of time. You should get back to him."

"God Jesse," I whispered in awe. "How could you let me do this? I don't think I would be able to stay with you if our situations were reversed."

"I let you, Susannah," His gaze poured into mine. "Because I know you feel nothing for him. And long to be with me. That is all I could ask for."

I smiled.

"Goodbye, querida."

Then I was alone in the stylish, spacious bathroom. My only comfort was the fact that Jesse had actually said 'Goodbye' before dematerialising this time.

Despite the fact that he was gone, it didn't stop me whispering back into the echoing room.

"Goodbye, Jesse."