This might seem silly, but I need your help. I use one sentence I am not sure it's right. What's correct: You are better of without me or you are better off without me?

I am Portuguese and I don't really understand the difference between those two. I would be very grateful if you could help : )

He started to walk away, he couldn't do this, he couldn't face her, he couldn't... After all she herself had said it: that life was beyond her back...

-Nathan! - He stopped at the door, eyes closed, he was afraid she might call him because every time she did, his heart died a little more and he lost his strength to do the right thing.

-Are you leaving? - She spoke in a string of voice, something unusual in her.

-I promised Parker, I wouldn't. - Another Parker flashed in the back of his mind, he ignored her, as painful as it was. - I just came here to wrap things up, to... - The words died before they left his mouth, even though he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

-To finish this, to finish us. - She completed. - You never really came back, did you?

-I don't know if I ever will... - She intended to approach him, he could see it in her posture; old habits die hard and she still had it in her, the urge to caress him, heal him. - Sophie... I can't do this! I am broken! You are broken! I can't stay by your side and heal you, I just can't... You have your husband now, a man that can protect you from the world and even from yourself... And, now that you know I am alive you can stop chasing a ghost, you can come to terms with this and live peacefully the rest of your life. You are better off without me... - He turned around once more, he was really living this time. That utter bastard!

-Who are you to tell me what's the best for me? Who are you to tell me I am broken? - He was right about that part though. - You don't know what it is like... - She was crying again, he could tell and he also knew he couldn't leave her like this, he had come there to fix the situation, all he had done was to rock her foundations and knock them to the ground. He turned around again to face her. She was sitting on the edge of her desk, hands supporting her weight.

-You don't know what is like to share your life with a man, to be loved by a man, to make love with him... - at those words Nate's hands curled into fists and her own left the desk to caress each other on a nervous gesture. - And every time you do, you which there were other hands caressing your skin, other eyes piercing you with its gaze, other lips kissing you; to sum up you which fiercely he was a man he is not or can't ever be and still, every time you close your eyes you see that other man and that's heart-breaking! After a while you start to feel like a cheap whore because you know that's not fair and you swear you're going to leave him, but in the morning the kitchen smells like coffee and he made you breakfast and you know this is the closest to happiness you will ever get again so you stay, just like the unworthy coward you are! - She sobbed.

She was trembling, crying uncontrollably, and at that moment something inside him broke. Or maybe it was already broken and it got fixed, he doesn't know.

All he knows is that he forgot what his main objective was. He did not do what he felt he should do, but what he wanted to do since the very beginning of the nigh... He walked to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them lightly, his blue eyes pierced her dark ones.

-Soph, look at me. -He used his hand to gently lift her chin. -You are neither a whore nor a coward.

He started to clean her tears, first with his thumbs, then with his lips. He kissed them away softly, hands rubbing her arms, keeping the cold away from her. Finally, when there weren't any tears left to wipe he kept simply kissing her. He kissed her forehead, her eyelashes, her nose, her cheeks, her jaw and the corner of lips. He could feel the grip of her hands tightening on his shoulders; he locked his eyes with her again, asking for permission, telling her how much he loved her, how much he needed her.

Their lips met; the kiss was soft at first, one of his hands holding the back of her head, the other at her canter, pulling her closer. He could tell she was smiling, he could feel her hands on his shoulder blades. The kiss became electric, tongs meeting each other, bodies pulling closer, burning from the inside out, and finally letting the flames of their desire wash away.

He pushed away to catch his breath, but figured out he couldn't keep his distance anymore, he kept giving her small kisses, nipping lightly at her neck, her ear lobe, then down again to her collarbone. With her hands tangled in his she started to move, taking him away from the desk they were leaning on.

-Come with me. - She said and started to pull towards the door, the biggest smile dancing across her face.

This one was a bit long, but I think it was worth it. Next chapter: more Nathan and Sophie.

I would love to get you feedback on this one though because I doubt my Sophie is British enough and I really wanted to improve that…