Wanda's POV: Why would he do this to me?

He knew how much I burned for him. How much I ached to have his caresses and looks of love be for me, and not her. But no, he had to wait until After I got another host to start showing me affection.

I was walking down the hallway away from the bedroom that Ian and I shared, alone, but confidant that I could wander the halls without anyone else. I have to admit, I didn't need my personal security anyway because my partner, my darling, Ian, was practically attached to me, as I was to him. This time, he wasn't with me though, and that proved to be what led to this unexpected ambush.

After all of this time, I thought that I was finally beginning to get over my imbued love for him, Jared.

The man that sent thrills though my innocent body's core with a single look. When I was first brought back, I was expecting the attachment to still be there, but not in the intensity that it was. After I was reunited with Ian, but before he had kissed me, Jared looked at me with such elation, I was almost shocked to the point of fear.

As I walked through that tunnel, I had even been considering the fact that I was finally getting over him. That is, until he pulled me suddenly, and pushed me against the wall.

His hands were level with my head and against the wall that I was on. He was just looking at me, staring at me as if he needed something desperately.

His arms bent, and his head bowed when it seemed like he couldn't find it. I had been searching his eyes, trying to understand what had made him this way while he had stared at me like that. As his body seemed to crumple, so did his face, and my heart began to break.

"N-no" I began as I brought my hands to his face, trying quickly to calm or soothe him.

"Wanda," he breathed, and he sounded so broken in that one moment, that I didn't know what to do. So I kissed him.

Well technically, he kissed me, or we kissed each other. I don't know, but in one moment we were an explosion of passion just like when I was in Melanie's body. He was fierce, but I knew from stumbling in on him and Melanie once, that he was holding back in his own way, being gentler with me, for me.

We broke gasping, all of the tension that had been pent up in us for months finally being released. As we breathed, we just looked at each other. He was staring again, but in a much more peaceful way this time. We both knew that this could never happen again, and that it never would, but it needed to be done.

He leaned away from me, and I stood up, blushing fiercely as my shyness kicked in too late.

Jared chuckled at my face and even reached out to cup my cheek in his hand. I rested my hand on his too, just enjoying the feel of it for one last ti-

"Wanda! I know you're around here somewhere. I need you to be on my team for soccer! Wanda, where are you?" Jamie shouted down the hallway. I was thankful for the darkness that covered Jared and I in our little corner. He pressed me against the wall so that we wouldn't be caught, and this time, the thrill wasn't there.

I had peace.