He lead me around corner after corner- the finery blurring into one big wash of glimmering gold- deep, rich wood, and sparkling gems.

As we passed door after door, I finally asked, "How long is this going to take, exactly?"

My Bobby Brown suede high heels were starting to wear my heels, and I desperately needed to redo my stylish updo.

He didn't even bother turning around, ignoring my complaint altogether. I privately called him a list of colorful words I reserved for his type alone, glancing about me irritatedly.

Vrrrrrb.

I glanced down.

Vrrrrrrrrb.

Paul kept walking, oblivious, as I stopped, pulling out my oh so trendily nail-polished phone out of my brand new designer bag. Jesse calling! Those two words flashed across the screen, lighting up the letters oh too well. I felt a pang dangerously close to my heart, and I felt my cheeks burn. Damn. Jesse. I shouldn't even be in this house, sharing something with Paul and keeping everything from the man I loved. This was insane.

"Hello?" I hoped I didn't sound too guilty.

"Susannah." He sounded glum.

"Hi." Oh darn, I already said something like that didn't I? I bit my nails.

"I'm coming to see you."

I nearly dropped my dolce and gabbana purse, my heart stopped so fast. "What?" I gasped, barely able to breathe.

Paul was standing in front of me, having realized I was talking, and his eyes swept over me suspiciously. His blue eyes implored me questioningly.

I swallowed. "But you can't Jesse. Everythings just fine and I have some things going on here that I don't want to involve you in." As, in, a love triangle? A small voice whispered in the back of my head. Yeah, right, the majority of my brain snapped back, like there's even anything going on between Paul and me now.

Paul narrowed his eyes instantly at the mention of Jesse's name, automatically stepping closer to me.

"So there is something going on," Jesse said triumphantly, his accent thick.

"Well, no, that's not really what I meant. Just some ghost things I want to take care of by myself."

"You're hiding something- and I know that means your in trouble. You forget how well I know you."

In trouble. I'm getting into trouble. I sighed. Why was he making me feel guilty about something I hadn't even done? Well, excusing the kiss of course. I mean come on, some lip on lip wasn't the end of the world, right? Right?

"Yeah, well I'm done with the macho thing, Jesse. I really just want you to trust me to do something on my own," I said stubbornly.

He sighed. "Its not that I don't trust you, senorita. I do. I just have a very bad feeling."

"Why?" I swallowed my heart.

"It's a different kind of feeling," He struggled for words. "Its not the kind…of feeling that I get when you're in danger, querida. Its different, somehow."

But I haven't done anything! I wanted to scream. My stomach sank sickeningly. Was this feeling of his a premonition as to what was to come? Some kind of foresight into what Paul wanted to happen? But I was so determined against any of that surely Jesse's feeling was about something else….

"You'll never have to worry about me in that way." I said firmly, my will hardening into steel. Nothing would take place this summer between anyone else besides Jesse and I. I would make absolute certain of that.

He sighed. "You're positive you don't want me to come?"

"Honestly, Jesse, I'd love to see you- but this summer, is for me and my family." I laughed weakly. "You distract me too much."

Why did I sound so….un-suze-like? Every part of me screamed traitor. I did want to see Jesse. I thought about him before I went to sleep, always. Why didn't I jump on the opportunity?

"Because he'd see right through your lies," Paul whispered, face centimeters from mine.

"I love you." Jesse said.

"I love you, too." But even as I said the words to one person, I was staring into an entirely different set of eyes.