Hey everyone! So here is chapter five! It's a day later than I had anticipated and I'm sorry about that but I got addicted to "The Big Bang Theory" and have been watching episodes of it instead of writing or doing school work…

I just want to thank everyone who continues to find this story and add it to their alerts and favorites and a SPECIAL thank you to all of you who take the time to review! I was overwhelmed by the sudden response with the last chapter! It really does excite me when I see that I have review alerts in my inbox and because this story is so completely out of my comfort level, I really appreciate your feedback because this is something so different for me. That was awfully redundant.

So on to the story! I hope you enjoy the new chapter! And when you're finished, please review if you have the time! Reviews are better than chocolate!

---------

You Found Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

Chapter Five

Digging a hole and the walls are caving in behind me
Air is getting thin but I'm trying
I'm breathing in, come find me

It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home… before you

And I know it's easy to say, but it's harder to feel this way,
And I miss you more than I should, than I thought I could,
I can't get my mind off of you

And I hate the phone, but I wish you'd call
Thought being alone, was better than was better than…

Joshua Radin, "The Fear You Won't Fall"

----------

The subtle fragrance of vanilla and sandalwood mixed with a sweet musk that she couldn't quite place, assaulted Bella's nose as she nuzzled her cheek deeper into the pillow. It was a much different scent from the one she was accustomed to smelling on her sheets but she reveled in it, thinking that she had never smelled something so wonderful before and in the depth of her mind, she couldn't help but think that it smelled slightly like Edward. Jacob always had a spicy musk aroma to him; a rugged scent. This was soft and sweet and reminded her almost of a forest after a light summer rain.

She could see the lightness of the morning through her closed eyelids; however the pounding of her head kept her from opening them, afraid the brightness would irritate it even more so. But when she knew she could no longer put off the inevitable, she slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, panic seeping through her body when she realized that she was not in her own bedroom but rather somewhere else, someplace she had never been to before.

"No… No…" she whispered aloud, her voice panicked. Her arms flung the covers off her body and she looked down, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that she was still in her clothes; the skinny jeans and tank top she wore under her blouse which, with a quick glance around the room, she found laying neatly at the end of the bed.

It was in that moment that everything was clear. When the events of the night had finally managed to work their way through her sleep and hung over muddled mind and she knew she was in trouble.

"I don't want to be alone anymore," she whispered and she felt the warm tears as they began to fall from her eyes. "I'm sick of being alone."

"You can stay here then." His voice was soft and he pulled her close to him as she wrapped her own arms around his waist. In that moment she knew that she wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her and as she looked up at him, his face blurred through her teary eyes, she could feel her heart race in her chest, the familiar chaotic thumping that she always felt when she was close to him.

His hand was on her face, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing the tears off her cheeks before they had the chance to continue their journey down to her jaw.

"Will you…" She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth when she paused, her eyes straying from his face to his lips.

"Will I what?"

His usually bright emerald eyes were dark, darker than she could ever remember them and words seemed to escape her mind and instead she brought her hands up to his head, lacing her fingers in the soft strands of his tousled hair as she guided his lips closer to hers. And in one swift moment, his lips were on hers, hers on his and she reveled in the sudden softness. The world began to spin around her but she wasn't afraid of falling. He was there, and his arms tightened around her, steadying her, keeping her safe.

She felt his tongue against her lips and she opened her mouth to him. He tasted like sweet mint and something more natural than that, something heavenly, something she had never before known. A small moan escaped her throat as she pressed her tongue against his own, wanting to taste more, wanting to drown in it. But it was over far too soon for her liking and he pulled away.

"We can't do this now Bella," he whispered, his forehead leaning against her own as they both tried to steady their breaths but she could only whimper in response. "You're drunk and you'll regret this in the morning."

"No, I won't."

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

She touched her fingers to her lips as she thought about it and for a moment she could almost feel his lips against her own again. She wanted more, even though she knew it was wrong and it bothered her that he had been the one to pull away. In the one moment of bravery she could ever remember, it felt as though he was rejecting her. Oh shit Bella… What have you gotten yourself into?

----------

He felt something cool and wet press against his cheek followed by the sloppy wetness of Hudson's long, thin tongue as it assailed the stubbly area. Edward waved his hand to push the dog back and slowly sat up on the couch, rubbing his eyes to remove any sign of sleep. The clock on the wall showed that it was after nine, but the flat was silent which left him both hopeful and afraid. He wasn't sure how much of the night she had remembered and if she did remember, he couldn't help but worry that she might take off before giving him the chance to explain.

"I don't want to go to sleep." He chuckled at her petulance as he set her down on his bed. She reminded him of a child who was being told that it was their bedtime, essentially he was telling her that, though it was nearly two in the morning and if she continued to attack his lips with her own, he couldn't be the gentleman that he knew he had to be. He was fighting a losing battle with his body and he needed to get out of there before he did something that he would regret in the morning. He was pulling at the pillows, tossing each one off and to the side doing all he could to not think about the woman that would be sleeping there and instead diverting his attention.

"Edward…" her soft voice called out over the silence and he bit the inside of his cheek, attacking it with his molars. The pain, he figured, would keep the blood from pooling in other areas, areas that were off limits.

"Edward…" He felt her warm breath on his neck, causing him to shiver slightly. It unnerved him that anyone could have this effect on him. Her arms seemed to appear from nowhere and he looked down to see them around his waist as she pressed her entire body up against his back and he bit down harder on his cheek. Every bit of her was against him and his body began to ache in a way that was driving him mad. "I don't want to go to sleep."

He turned so that they were chest to chest, ready to give up, to let her have her way with him, it wasn't like he wouldn't be a willing participant, or that it wasn't something that he hadn't been dreaming about, fantasizing about since he had met her. Her hands once again found his hair, his weak spot, and he groaned when she began to tug on it, causing all rational thought to begin to leave his mind.

"Bella, you're upset… You just want to hurt your husband." She shook her head but he didn't believe it. Sure, there might have been part of her that was attracted to him, she wouldn't have kissed him if that wasn't the case, but he couldn't help but worry that deep down, she was just angry and wanted to take it out on him. She was drunk, she was angry, and he was a man… They all equaled one big mess, and as much as he wanted to take her and throw her down on that bed and show her what she was missing, he knew better.

Too bad his body didn't. Her lips found his again and he seemed to go into a frenzy once again, only this time, it was more dangerous, there was a bed here and all he had to do was fall backwards and bring her down with him.

He had never kissed lips that soft, that full, and that wonderful and the fantasy of what it might be like was severely lacking. They were so much better and for the first time he seemed to understand what it meant to kiss someone and just know that it was the only thing that you would ever want to do with the rest of your life. If he could make a living by kissing her, he would never stop.

Her skin was soft to his touch and he swore that she shivered as his hand traveled under the material of her shirt so he could feel the bare skin of her back against his hands. But that wasn't the only thing that added to his inability to control himself, she tasted wonderful. He was experienced in the ways of kissing but no one had ever tasted like her: like mint and honey and he couldn't get enough.

His body screamed for air and he had to fight the scowl when he pulled away, knowing full well that he would return back to the state of mind that he was in prior to it all. But it was for the best, at least, that was what he kept telling himself. She was still married. She could never be his.

She was flushed and her chest was heaving as she sucked air through her swollen lips and he had to look away, to focus on getting her into the bed and getting out of the room, maybe even taking a cold shower when it was all over. A quick glance down at his pants told him that a shower was not an option but a necessity if he was going to make it through the night.

"Come on… into the bed."

To his surprise, she acquiesced and he pulled the covers over her before dropping a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment longer than he should have so he could breathe in the scent of vanilla and freesia.

"Will you be back?" Her voice was timid and he knew that she wouldn't sleep if she thought he wouldn't so he nodded.

"I'm going to take a shower. Go to sleep."

The edges of her lips pulled into a small smile as she closed her eyes and buried her head into the pillow. He stood there and watched her for a moment, admiring the way her hair fanned out across the pillow and how peaceful she looked as sleep took her. It was the closest he would ever get to being with her so he burned it into his memory, an image to file away, to think about later, when he was alone in the bed and she was long gone and back in the arms of her husband.

He walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, noting that her purse was still resting on the kitchen table. He would check on her later, better to let her sleep a little longer, the hangover, he imagined, was going to be hell. Rose hadn't mentioned how much she had drank, but he had seen the empty pint glasses and he couldn't help but assume that there had been hard liquor mixed in with that as well. He knew from experience that she was a lightweight, but four pints would not have been enough to elicit that kind of response.

"You need to go out buddy?" He asked Hudson who scurried towards the door as the coffee machine came to life with the sounds of the grinder and water heater.

"No… We are going to the roof today; I don't want to be gone too long." He said aloud and pointed to the balcony. His mother had purchased the flat a few years ago because of the private rooftop. Though she and his father had a home in Belgravia, she had convinced his father that it would be a good investment and if necessary, the children could live there. Obviously they hadn't gone about renting it to anyone because as soon as she had it remodeled and refurbished, she had insisted that he move in and who was he to turn it down? Rent was expensive as hell in London and it wasn't as though he was raking in the big money, much to his father's dismay.

He pulled a jumper over his head before picking up his mobile phone that sat on the coffee table and stuffing his hands into the front pockets of the sweatshirt after he opened the door, laughing as Hudson barreled through it and took the steps to the roof two at a time. The air was warm and sunny and he looked to the sky, enjoying the sun on his face while he contemplated getting on the train and heading to Brighton. It was perfect beach weather.

He watched Hudson run around the area, stopping every so often to sniff at something that was probably his own urine marking before lifting his leg and marking it all over again. He shook his head, it was so easy for dogs, lift your leg, mark your territory. If he did that to Bella, he was certain she would look at him with pure and utter disgust, not that he could, she was already marked. The ring being the equivalent of peeing and Jacob's large ring was like a big sign saying 'TAKEN, DO NOT TOUCH. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO TOUCH' He shuddered in disgust, some man who didn't even seem to want her had taken her and made her unattainable. He couldn't see how that was fair, why couldn't he just give her up and let her be happy? Let them be happy?

Then again, she may not even want him. She might have truly been acting in anger towards her husband and he had been the only male around. It was convenient. His head began to pound, the sudden feeling of a headache and he shook his head. It was too early to think.

He could hear the sounds of the street coming to life. The sounds were always later on the weekends and he sat down on one of the lounge chairs and closed his eyes and took it all in. It was an action that he hadn't done for a long time and seeing as he had nothing better to do, he might as well enjoy the sun before fall came and took it away. The familiar sound of his ringtone broke through his silent mind.

He pulled the phone from his pocket and saw Garrett's name across the screen.

"Hey."

"Where did you get off to last night? I thought we were going drinking after the show." He sounded annoyed but Edward wasn't going to let it get to him.

"Sorry mate, something came up."

"You went to see her." It was accusatory in tone but Garrett knew how much this girl had affected his friend.

"She came to see me. She was there, at the gig and she was drunk and…"

"Did you bang her?"

"NO!" He nearly shouted and Hudson stopped what he was doing and looked at him, almost as though he was making sure he wasn't being reprimanded for some unknown action, and when he was satisfied that he wasn't and Edward shook his head at the dog. "Not you."

"Not me what?"

"I was talking to Hudson."

"It's a dog mate."

"So? Your point being?"

"He doesn't understand you."

"He understands a whole hell of a lot more than you'd think."

"So… If you didn't sleep with her, what did you do?"

"We talked."

"You're such a pansy you know that? How long has it been since you've been laid?"

"Since I met her," he said truthfully. "I haven't wanted to be with anyone but her and forgive me if I don't think it's right to be with a woman and to be thinking of someone else."

"So you go out and find someone that looks like her and bang the shit out of her and get it out of your system."

"Garrett, what part of, 'I don't want to be with anyone else,' don't you seem to understand?"

"All of it."

"I thought as much." There was a lull in the conversation, Garrett knowing he had overstepped his boundaries and Edward aggravated that his friend didn't seem to understand, though he knew it wasn't his fault; Garrett had never met anyone that drove him as crazy as Bella did. He would understand one day, when he met someone who he couldn't get off his mind and he would see what it was like to want to abstain because it just wasn't the same if it wasn't with her.

"So… What are your plans for the day?" Garrett finally spoke again once both men had had sufficient time to forget the awkwardness.

"Not sure really, she's still sleeping."

"So you're spending the day with her? Where is her husband?"

"I don't know if I'm spending the day with her and her husband is in Paris? Rome? I don't know, some business trip."

"Hmm… Well, if you don't end up spending the day with her, give me a call. I wanted to head to Brighton for a few hours, enjoy the beach."

"When were you thinking of heading down?"

"An hour or so, do you know when she'll be waking up?"

"No idea," he responded truthfully. "But I'll give you a call when I know what I'm doing."

"Alright, I'll talk to you later mate."

"Bye," Edward replied, pressing the red button and ending the call.

He sighed and stood up, "Back inside?"

----------

"Please answer the phone Rose…" Bella said to herself as she listened to the ringing. It was a little after nine and she wasn't sure what to do.

"Hello?" Rose's voice was heavy with sleep but Bella rejoiced that she answered.

"I made out with Edward."

"Bella?"

"Did you hear me?"

"What?"

"I made out with Edward last night," she repeated and heard the silence on the other end of the line followed by the sudden ruffling of bed sheets.

"What!" Bella imagined that Rose had probably shot out of bed with her confession and though no one could see her, she felt the sudden redness of her cheeks, the inevitable blush that always accompanied her discomfort.

"Edward and I… We made out." Bella bit the side of her lip and pulled herself out of the bed and paced around the large bedroom. Suddenly, she had to move, she couldn't sit still any longer.

"Oh my God."

"Rosie what is going on it's too early." Bella heard Emmett.

"Shut up monkey, Bella is telling me a very interesting story."

"What's it about?"

"Her and Edward."

"Coffee boy?" She heard him ask. "The one you met last night?"

"Yes."

"Rose, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell him right now," Bella interrupted the married couple as she played with the hem of her tank top.

"So what happened?"

"Not now… I don't know where he is right now and I don't want him to hear… But I don't know what common protocol is in situations like this."

"I'm so lost Bells. Where are you?"

She blushed even harder, if that was possible. "I'm at his place."

"Isabella Marie Swan, you little hussy you!" Rose joked, and Bella was thankful that Rose had used her maiden name and not her married name. She felt guilty enough as it was, the last thing she needed was her best friend reminding her that she was married. "Was he good? I bet he was good. He looks like he knows his way around."

"I didn't sleep with him… I think he slept on the couch."

"You think?"

"I haven't left the bedroom… I don't know what I'm supposed to say to him. I don't think he even wants me like that. He pushed me away but I wouldn't take no for an answer. Rose, what if I screwed up? What if he doesn't want to even be my friend after this? And what about Jake? What have I gotten myself into?" She felt her throat begin to close up as she began her confession of her worst fears and her whole body stiffened. She had always been good, always done the right thing and now she had cheated on her husband and for the most part, she was more concerned about what Edward thought of her, not what Jake would think of her.

"What do you want Bells?"

"I don't know." She sighed and wiped at the tears that spilled from her eyes.

"I think you do but you're too afraid to admit it."

"Tell me what to do… I don't know what to do."

"I can't baby. You have to make the decision for yourself." Bella sighed, Rose was right, but that didn't solve her problem at all. She didn't know what to do. She wanted Edward more than she had ever wanted anyone before but she had also made a vow to her husband and he didn't deserve this, regardless of how tense things had been between the two of them.

"What are you doing this afternoon?" Rose pressed.

"Probably going to wallow at home."

"No you're not. We are going to go out… Go shopping with me and we can sort this out."

"I really don't want to go shopping."

"Tough. I do," she replied and Bella sighed in defeat.

"I should go face it then…"

"Bella, he likes you, I'm almost positive of it."

"We'll see… It doesn't change the fact that what I did was wrong."

"Call me later when you get home…"

"I will," she replied and ended the call.

----------

She walked down the short hall and saw that Edward was standing in the kitchen, pouring himself what appeared to be a cup of coffee. Just the sight of him set off her memories: the images of his lips against her own, his body pressed tightly to hers, his hands tangled in her hair. She had to close her eyes to shake the thoughts away. She just stood there though, looking at him, noting the contemplation on his face and she was afraid that he was thinking of how he would let her down easily.

Taking a deep breath she walked into the room. "Good morning."

He looked up and their eyes met. "Good morning." His voice was soft and she tried to read his expression but she couldn't. She just wanted to know what he was thinking. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay."

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Sure, that would be nice."

He nodded and turned his back to her, his hands reaching into the cupboard and pulling a mug from it. She watched from her place in the room as his muscles tightened with the movement and blushed a little at the thoughts that suddenly ran through her mind. Quickly clearing her thoughts she timidly approached him. She wasn't brave enough to stand next to him and instead situated herself at the end of the counter, keeping her eyes down on her hands that she rested against the cool marble and not at his face.

Edward busied himself with getting her coffee, not knowing what to say, not knowing what she was going to say and the look on her face was only more confusing to him. He prided himself on his ability to read people, to know what they were thinking, but he wasn't sure what it was that was going on in her mind. He thought, for a moment, that she looked happy to see him, but he couldn't be quite sure because as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, he could see the torment that seemed to show on her face. He knew that that he needed to give her an out. She didn't want any of this, much to his sadness.

"What do you want in it?" He asked softly, breaking the moment of awkward silence that had fallen between them.

"Uhm… Sugar and cream?"

He nodded and continued to prepare her drink. It was completely possible that she wanted nothing more than friendship from him but after everything that had transpired, he wasn't sure he could look at her as just a friend. After having tasted her, after holding her in his arms, he knew that he would be torturing himself on a daily basis if that was all they could be. But still, being her friend was better than nothing, right?

"So uhm… About last night…" He started as he placed the mug down in front of her and watched as her tiny hands wrapped around the blue ceramic.

"I'm so sorry Edward. My actions were totally uncalled for. I never should have forced myself on you."

"It's okay…"

"No… It's not. I never should have done that. I was angry and drunk and you've been such a good friend."

"I understand." She thought she heard regret in his voice.

"It was lovely really but we can't… I can't…"

"I know. It was a mistake." It pained him to say it but he had to let her go. He looked up to met her eyes, his heart breaking as he saw that same pain behind the mask that she so often fronted.

"A mistake," she repeated softly. He had called it a mistake when she had been trying to tell him that she liked it, even if they couldn't do it again, he thought it was a mistake.

"You've become my best friend Bella…" he continued, "but you're married and really… It's okay. All will be forgotten."

She nodded and did what she could to fight the second round of tears for the morning. She had to get out of there. "Listen, thanks for the coffee but I have to get going."

His eyes widened as she began to make her way to the door. "Now?"

"I do…"

"I'll call you later? We can take Hudson out for a walk or something?"

"Sure, yea… I'll talk to you later." She replied hurriedly as her hand touched the cool door knob. "Bye Edward."

He didn't have the chance to say goodbye. She had closed the door before he could respond, leaving him mystified. Had he not told her what she wanted to hear? Hadn't she wanted an out so that she wouldn't feel guilty, even though it broke his heart to admit it?

He suddenly felt like a giant in the room, his whole world constricting around him. His heart ached with a dull throb that he had never felt before and he felt his throat constricting, making it difficult to breathe properly. She was never going to forgive him.

----------

Bella opened the door to her home and for the first time since leaving his flat, she let herself cry. Everything was so confusing, so difficult. Her perfect world had been shattered and she didn't know how to repair it. She had just lost her best friend and she had betrayed her husband. This wasn't like her.

He looked so hurt when she had rushed out of his flat, surprised that she was leaving so soon but she couldn't stay there. She would have broken down if she had, she would have taken more from him then she thought he was willing to give and it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she kept placing all her problems on him and that he was always so damn understanding. She hated that she was relying on him to make her happy but she couldn't help it. She was always so happy with him and now, she had gone and messed it all up.

She wanted to call him. To hear his voice again on the other end of the line, she wanted to tell him that the kiss hadn't been a mistake and that she was falling in love with him, even though it went against everything that she had believed in. She wanted him to tell her to leave Jake, and that he loved her and that he could make her happy again. She wanted him to tell her that he loved her, that he always had and nothing would ever change that.

She heard her front door open and looked to the doorway to see Rose walking in which only caused her to cry harder. Rose ran to her side, pulling her friend into her arms as she rocked her softly.

"What happened?"

"He said it was a mistake," she choked out.

Rose didn't respond but merely rubbed her friend's back as she let her cry it out. It was true that she barely knew the man that Bella had been spending her time with but she did she the way that he had looked at her the night before. She had seen the complete and utter devotion that filled his eyes when he sang to her, had seen the passion and love and agony that had been written across his face when he approached them at the table. His actions, his words to Bella that morning were probably nothing more than a self preservation tactic. If she knew Bella as she thought she did, she was probably vague when talking to him, had probably been emotionally unaware and unknowingly made him think that she didn't care for him in her own desire to protect her emotions. She knew that these two would never get anywhere with each other until one of them had the balls to say how they truly felt.

Unfortunately, she wasn't sure that would ever happen and that thought alone upset her. She had enjoyed the Bella that had been emerging over the past few months. She reminded her more of the one she had met three years ago: the one who was full of life, the one who was happy and excited about what was going on around her. The past three years had changed her friend into someone she didn't quite recognize and she was thankful that Edward had been able to bring her back.

Bella finally stopped her crying and pulled away from Rose and wiped at her puffy eyes.

"I look like a mess…"

"Go take a shower, get dressed and what not and I'll make you something to eat and then we can go out… Take your mind off everything."

Bella nodded and stood up as Rose pushed her towards the stairs.

When she had disappeared, Rose rummaged around Bella's purse, extracting her cell phone. Quickly, she reached for a piece of paper and a pen and scrolled through the electronic phone book until she found the number she was looking for. She might hate her when she found out what she was going to do, but in the long run, she would be grateful would thank her for it. She would just have to wait for the right time, then, she would call him and see if there was any way to fix this because she knew that it was all a misunderstanding.

----------

Edward sat on the rocky beach. It was a nice day but suddenly, the sunshine wasn't what he wanted. He wanted rain, and lots of it. All around him people were laughing and having a good time but he was locked in his head. He hated happy people when he felt like crap. Garrett had physically dragged him from his flat, telling him that they would go to Brighton, meet some new women and then he would forget all about Bella. Garrett obviously hadn't a clue.

He had tried, put in a good effort to have a good time but as they had stood there talking to two girls that had approached them, he found himself comparing everything about them to Bella. They were too blonde, too tall, too fake, too skinny, too unintelligent. Their voices were too annoying… Everything about them just got under his skin. He didn't want them. He wanted Bella.

"Come on. We have to head back to London and get ready to go out."

"I really don't want to go out tonight Garrett," he whined but Garrett just slapped him on the back of his head.

"Tough shit, we are getting you laid tonight. See those three girls over there?" He asked him as he pointed to the group of blondes. "They are meeting us at Cocoon tonight. Then, after a sufficient time has passed, you are taking one of them home with you and the old Edward is going to reemerge, like a butterfly."

"You picked cocoon as a metaphor didn't you?" He grumbled and Garrett just grinned widely.

"I'm not taking one of them home."

"We'll see about that."

----------

Edward looked down at his phone that was ringing, hoping that it was Bella but grimacing when he saw Alice's number flashing across the screen. He furrowed his brow as he collapsed on his couch, wondering what on earth his sister could possibly want at eleven thirty. He had managed to sneak away from Garrett at ten thirty, thirty minutes after they had arrived at the damn bar, and had headed home, but not before he took a walk around to clear his mind. It was pointless to go out, he didn't want to be anywhere but with Bella but his friend hadn't understood that.

"What do you want?" He barked. The day had turned out completely different than he had anticipated and suddenly, he just wanted it to be over.

"Someone's in a touchy mood."

"I don't feel up to dealing with anything right now… What do you want Alice?"

"I just wanted to see how things went for you last night, but if your mood is any inclination to my answer, I don't think I want to know."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"That bad?"

"She kissed me."

"That doesn't sound like a bad thing."

"She was drunk."

"Drunk actions are sober thoughts."

"No… I could tell in the morning that she regretted it. I told her it was a mistake… She ran out shortly after."

"You're a dumbass you know that?"

"I really don't need to hear this right now." His voice was tense.

"Fine… But you'll hear about it later."

"Goodnight Alice." He hung up before she could reply and tossed his phone on the table. He had had a terrible day and all he wanted was for it to end.

His feet carried him to his room where he noted that his bed was still unmade. After she had left he hadn't had the motivation to make it after she had left. He noticed that her blouse was still resting on the edge of the bed and he picked it up and brought the fabric to his nose, her perfume lingering on it and he closed his eyes and swore that he could feel her there with him.

Sighing, he folded the shirt up and placed it on his dresser before he began to pull his clothes off. He needed to stop thinking of her, to clear her from his mind if only for a little while so he could figure out how to fix everything. Telling her it was a mistake had felt like the right thing to do at the time, she seemed to want to forget it had even happened and he didn't want her to be upset about it. Calling it a mistake was a chance for her to push it from her mind so she could get back to fixing her relationship with her husband.

He grimaced at the thought of her husband as he slipped under the covers. His hands fluffed the pillows and when he laid down he realized that her scent still lingered on the sheets. There would be no way that he would escape her and though he wanted to convince himself that he wanted to, he knew that wasn't true so instead he buried his head in the pillow, letting her scent assault his senses and he closed his eyes thinking of nothing but her.

----------