Quick preview into the next chapter, though it's nothing much. Sorry I've been taking so long on this! So much school to do! Argh, college is a hassle... anyways, enjoy what little there is. Btw, I do have a facebook! tikinottyki, so add me :)

That night I laid restlessly in my bed for the first time in a week. I had grown so used to Elizabeth sleeping beside me, but now she was truly gone. Her spot in the large bed was cool and empty, something which I was not accustomed to. I missed hearing her breaths, waking up to her sudden movements, feeling her leg or hand brush against me. I hated her so much, and yet I missed her with equal passion. She left me, though, and that wasn't a sin I was going to ignore.

I want someone beside me… I need someone beside me…

Finally, I sat up, clenching the sheets tightly. "S-sebastian!" I called hesitantly.

A few seconds passed before he was standing at my door, a concerned wrinkle in his brow. "Yes, Master?"

I gazed longingly up to him, my words catching in my throat with nervousness. "Remove your jacket and shoes," I ordered shakily.

Without a word, Sebastian slid his black coat from his shoulders and slipped off his shoes. "Anything else you would like for me to do, Master?" he asked as he rolled up his white sleeves to his elbows and undid the top buttons of his collar.

Swallowing hard, I looked away; already I could feel my face blushing with embarrassment. "Could… could you sleep beside me tonight? I don't want to be alone…" I whispered, closing my eyes and lowering my head.

Sebastian didn't reply, so I figured he had turned and left. Figures, anyways... what man would want to sleep in the same bed as another? To my surprise, however, the bed shifted under his weight, and with wide eyes I watched as he leaned back against the pillows and rested his hands behind his head. "How can I call myself a butler of the Phantomhive estate if I can't do even this small task?" he asked with a smile.

A weak grin lightened my dark expression. "Thanks," I muttered, rolling on my side and drawing the sheets closer around me. Already I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine; his breaths, slow and steady, filled the silence which had tortured me. There was one thing, though, which still troubled me. "Sebastian?"

"Hm?"

"You're not a snuggle-type of guy, are you?"

He chuckled softly, "I guess we'll have to wait and see."

"Ciel, won't you touch me? I love you so much…"

I could feel her dirty hands on me, exploring my chest and body. Her pleading green eyes peered out through the darkness, boring through my soul. I tried to pull away, but her hold on me was too strong.

"Ciel… kiss me…"

Elizabeth's lips hovered close to mine, warm breath ghosting over mine. I don't care what Shakespeare wrote, but those lips didn't remind me of two blushing pilgrims. Instead, I saw them as possessed by another man, defiled and dirty. "Get away from me," I hissed.

"But… Ciel, I love you."

"You left me!"

"I wanted you to hold me, Ciel. Are you even able to show love and affection? Or are you incapable of loving someone besides yourself?"

"… shut up…"

"You never loved me, Ciel."

"Shut up."

"Are you not able to love because no one ever loved you in return?"