I felt myself slipping away- as if any love for Jesse was slowly being melted away with the Suze who'd have normally broken this guy's jaw.

He was the one to break it off first.

He grinned, "I knew it."

"Knew what?" I asked, still dazed.

"You play a hard game, Suze, but in the end you want me just as much as I want you." He was slightly smug.

"Paul," I shook my head, "What about…"

"Oh, your dead beloved." His eyes flashed. "As I said, I see know reason why he has to know." He smiled, brushing my hair back from my face.

I shook my head. "I'm not talking about Jesse."

His face darkened, a powerful change in his normally impassive, or otherwise smirking face. "There's someone else?"

"No," I paused before laughing at his assumption, "I missed my bus."

His forehead relaxed, creases fading back into smooth, flawless skin.

"That's fine then," He shrugged, "I'll drive you."

"You brought your car?" I tried to imagine Paul driving his glossy BMW on a road expedition- and failed miserably.

"No, you still haven't asked why I'm here."

"Yes, actually, I have."

He shrugged nonchalantly, looking past me towards the great expanse of bland Montana fields- lush, green, and endlessly boring.

"My grandfather died. I'm here to visit my uncle."

"Who's also a millionaire?" I guessed shewdly.

He shrugged.

"God Paul," I shook my head, "You're so greedy."

He shrugged again, "I'm hurt."

The contrast between his tone and his words made me roll my eyes.

I didn't even notice we'd been walking, so when he held a shiny black hummer door open for me, I looked up at it blankly.

"Your uncle bought you a car?" I asked in disbelief, staring up at it.

"Conspicuous, isn't it?" He grinned.

I climbed up into the seat.

He slammed the door, appearing on the other side of the car within seconds. Opening the door, he pulled himself in.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered.

He revved the engine like a reply.

"When did you decide anyway?" He asked, and from his tone I knew he was referring to our kiss.

"I didn't." I said flatly. That indescribable buzz, that high- light feeling that I couldn't seem to escape when Paul kissed me had started to fade, leaving some very uncomfortable thoughts.

He turned on me suddenly, eyes incredulous. "Don't tell me you changed your mind."

I shrugged, "Who ever said I made up my mind?- But seriously, relax before you give yourself a hemorrhage."

He frowned, turning back to the road.

"It's just," I sighed, "Jesse does exist."

"That could be changed," He said darkly.

I stared at him, eyes wide.

He registered my expression. "What?" He asked boredly.

"I thought we had a deal."

"I thought we were over your ghost anyway."

"I don't want him to die!"

Paul turned towards me, smirking.

"You KNOW what I mean!"

"Fine," He looked towards the darkening road. "It was just a suggestion."

"I don't like your suggestions." I grumbled.

There was silence, the minutes ticked by, and I knew Uncle Barry was probably having a heart attack. I was supposed to have been there an hour ago.

"Are you going to tell him?"

I knew this was coming.

I was starting to get the feeling I was the last person to know that there was any competition at all. All I knew was, I certainly wasn't in any mood to choose. Especially, since, well, I had a boyfriend. Sure, he was dead and all, but I liked him. A lot. So one kiss happened….with, ugh.

Paul Slater.

But still. Why ruin a perfectly wonderful love if I don't have to?

Because, despite losing my loyalty to him for those brief seconds I still loved Jesse.

"I think it's on the left," I commanded, and he turned.

"Well?"

I sighed. "I don't know, Paul."

His jaw set.

"Why?"

"You know I still love Jesse," I hesitated and Paul visibly became more rigid in his seat, "But I'm unsure about what's going to happen now."

"Suze," He stopped the car, his blue eyes like daggers. "You can't do this forever." He stopped, before he continued, his voice silky, "You know that there's something unresolved between us, don't you Suze?"

I stared at him, unable to respond.

"So why not just have a little fun," He grinned. "It's the summer."

"Because you're not my idea of fun." I snapped.

"Is that why you kissed me like that?" He asked smugly.

And as I opened my mouth, I realized I didn't have an answer.