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Will Jules decide she shouldn't have opened her heart back up to her husband?

To the man she is madly in love with? To the man who screwed around on her?

Will she decide to trust in him completely despite what the evidence says?

She has a decision to make...which will it be?

Ya gotta keep reading to find out!

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She loved hearing his heavy breathing into the side of her neck. She loved how manly it sounded and she found it incredibly sexy. She felt his hand sliding up and down her side. He was enjoying touching her and feeling her skin under his hand. He finally moved his face out of the crook of her neck and stared down at her.

"You came back for me?" he smiled softly, "You have no idea how happy you just made me," he kissed her forehead gently.

"I have an idea actually," she smiled wide.

He laughed with her.

Nick leaned down to kiss her lips and she stopped him.

"Nick, wait, don't kiss me…," she whispered.

Nick felt the fear that she had changed her mind and he really thought he would lose it if she did that to him again. He couldn't stand it anymore, his heart couldn't take it.

But, Jules didn't say she changed her mind.

"Why? You don't want me to kiss you? Why?" he said nervously.

"Because I want you to hear me…I want you to listen to my words, and look me in the eyes as I say them…I want your heart to hear them too," she paused for his response and he nodded, listening carefully.

"You are it for me…I love you so, sooo much. When you were gone, I was drowning. But lying in your arms, right now, at this moment, I'm not drowning anymore, Nick… I can breathe again," she reached up and touched his cheek gently.

"I know you…I know the real you…I know the spirit inside you and I have met your soul. They collided years ago and you just can't pull them apart…no one can," she paused and took a deep breath.

"I came back because from the moment I met you I have wanted to spend the rest of my life with you…I know you are a good man. You are the man I married, the Nicholas Stokes I promised to love forever…I meant it then and I mean it now. If you tell me that you don't remember, I believe you. I trust you. And I will stand by you," she placed her forehead to his.

"Don't you get it, Nicky? You are my best friend…you are the one I want to run to with my stories, the one I want to tell my jokes to, who I want to share my body and soul with…You are my other half. Without you I am empty and I don't want to feel empty anymore…so yes, I came back for you…for you…because you are it for me," she smiled softly and tears welled in her eyes.

Nick was blindsided by her vulnerability and he could hear the honesty in her words. He could feel how much she meant it…her heart spoke to his and it listened carefully and understood.

Nick choked back his emotions and stroked back her hair away from her face.

"Honey, you just opened yourself up to me at a time when you have every right to shut down and shut me out…I know you and I know you just gave me your heart back and I promise you…I promise you," his voice tightened and cracked, "I won't ever let it go…I won't ever, ever let it go," his tears fell and he leaned down and placed his face into her neck again.

He needed to regroup before he could speak again because his emotions had gotten the best of him and he wanted to sob. Jules stroked his hair and kissed the side of his head. He pressed his face into her hair, breathed in it's scent, and found the strength to continue again. Nick took a minute and then propped himself over her to look her in the eyes.

"You are the best part of me and without you inside me…I am dead. I'm just empty. Baby, if it weren't for Emma breathing life into me, I would have died the moment you packed my bags. I just don't want…" he whispered but Jules stopped him.

She held his face in her hands and rubbed her nose gently against his.

"Nothing else matters, Nicky…you and me, we aren't like most people. We complete each other…when one of us is gone…we don't work…we're broken. I don't want to be broken anymore, Nick," she kissed his cheek and held her forehead to the side of his face.

Nick shook his head amazed at how close they were at that moment. He had dreamed of this every night since they separated. Jules put her head back down on the pillow and looked up into his deep, brown eyes. He looked back at her.

"Will you be able to forgive me? What if you can't ever totally forgive me?" his voice cracked again.

"Nick, I will stand by you and we will figure it all out. I believe you and I trust you," she smiled subtly and he leaned in and kissed her softly a few times before looking back at her.

"I want to find out the truth, Babe, I am not lying to you, I really don't know…" he began but Jules cut him off.

"No, no, let's not talk about that right now. At this moment, I want to just hold you and feel you and let our hearts talk… They've missed each other," she stoked his face.

Nick nodded.

"But, Texas?" she whispered.

"Mmmm hmmm," he mumbled as he began kissing her neck.

"If we had a blue light, how bad would this bedspread be?" she bit her lip to hold back the smirk.

Nick jerked his head back and his mouth fell open with pure disgust plastered across his face.

"GET UP! Awwww, man…get up!" he hopped off of her, stood at the end of the bed, and held out his hand. He kept shaking his head back and forth.

"I knew that would get you off me," she busted out with a loud laugh.

"Don't laugh, you have NO idea!" he said in his thick, southern drawl while pulling her upward off the bed.

"I know! But I don't think we were thinking about the bedspread at the time, ya know what I mean?" she said looking over at it. "Maybe since it's the Bellagio it wouldn't be bad?" she squished up her face wondering, "it's not like we're in the Lamplight Motel or something'."

"No, Baby, I think I've been through every hotel in Vegas with a blue light…just help me get this bedspread off, please," he said moving toward it, "Aw, why'd ya gotta say that to meeee?" he whined.

Jules couldn't help but laugh. She wasn't thrilled at the thought of what goes on beyond the naked eye, but his reaction was priceless.

"I'll do it, Cowboy, you go get us our food," she smirked.

Nick continued to shake his head as he threw on his boxers. Walking over to the door he opened it slowly and peeked his head out; when the coast was clear he scurried out, and pushed the cart into their room.

When he came back in the bedspread was off and on the floor. Clean, crisp, white sheets smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Ya wanna go to that little table? Or do you wanna eat in bed?" she asked.

Nick raised his eyebrow and gave a Stokes Smile.

"Hey, hey, NOT THAT!" she laughed, and she squealed loudly as he tackled her into his arms, and burying his face into her neck like he always loved to do.

"Cut it out, Texas, I'm hungry!" she laughed and smacked him away.

"All right, all right, and yes, let's eat in bed…but…" he paused and smirked at her.

"But?" she said squinting her eyes.

"But, now we have go to take a shower first!" he laughed, threw her over his shoulder and carried her off to the shower.

The two of them laughed hard all the way there. Just like they used to.