AN: I do not own Twilight, please take it up with Stephanie Meyer as she is the master of it all.

BPOV

I felt these wonderful soft lips on mine as I woke up. I looked up to see the same green eyes I had seen while I was running to the ocean staring back at me. They had a look of concern, fear, and lust? I tried to get up and he gently pulled me to his lap. "Are you ok?" the most velvety voice that I have ever heard, asked. I couldn't answer. I was mesmerized by this Greek god now holding me. He had this sexy bronze messy looking hair that made him look as if he just had sex. His green eyes sparkled more than any emerald I had ever seen. His lips were full and sexy, and he had the most amazing chiseled chin. "I am not ok… I… I need to get out of here… who are you?" I asked as I stood up straight wanting to put some distance from me and his body, in an attempt to gather my thoughts.

"My name is Edward," he said. "You were running towards the ocean when you bumped into me. Are you running from someone? Should I call the police?" he asked as he also tried to compose himself, it seemed.

"No, no need for the police… I just… OHMYGODIAMINMYUNDERWEAR!" I screamed as I realized that I was standing half naked in front of everyone! He quickly grabbed a towel from one of the chairs and gave it to me.

"Look, I know we don't know each other, I don't even know your name, but you look like you could talk to someone, and I don't think you should go…" he was saying as I interrupted him. "Bella, my name is Bella, and today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but instead it turned into this nightmare." I quickly told him as I felt a new batch of tears slide down my face.

"May I?" he asked as he made a move to approach me. I nodded and he stopped just a breath from being in contact with my body, and softly cleaned the tears from my face, leaving a trail of hot currents on my pale skin. I don't know what possessed me then, but I reached out and held myself against him while I cried. He just held me, his hands never moving from my waist. There was this sort of electricity emanating from both of us, and as ridiculous as it may sound, at that moment I felt like I had known him my entire life. He was my guardian angel.

After what seemed like an eternity, I started to calm down, and slowly stopped crying. I released him from my tight grip so I could look back at him, and my body protested immediately, not wanting to be separated from him. I slowly lifted my head so I could look back at him, and once I saw his eyes, I could not help myself as I crashed my lips into his.

At first he seemed taken aback by my outburst, but then he quickly responded, his lips molding into mine. He reached for me and embraced me, our lips never separating, as he softly traced his tongue on my bottom lips asking for entrance. Slowly, I parted my lips giving him entrance and our tongues started to dance with each other.

He tasted delicious. My entire body tingled as he increased the intensity of our kiss and I felt my toes curl and my knees go weak. I whimpered as he parted from my mouth not wanting to stop kissing him, even as my need for air was becoming urgent. He started kissing my cheeks, and placing butterfly kisses all over my chin moving to my neck all the while I could feel my center getting hotter by the minute. I did not care that we were outside in front of the world or that I was married to another man. I just never wanted this moment to end. What the hell is wrong with me? I hesitantly separated myself from him, and looked at him. "I am sorry, I didn't mea - ."

"No, please don't tell me you are sorry because I am not, that was by far the best kiss I have ever experienced in my life," he solemnly stated. I could feel myself blushing and he chuckled under his breath.

EPOV

As I saw her blush in such a delicious shade of pink, I could not help the chuckle that escaped me. She was so breath taking. My entire body was aching from the separation and I wanted nothing more than to have her in my arms again, and to kiss those luscious lips. Never in my life had I felt such an attraction for anyone. I once again closed the gap between us and I hugged her, slowly moving her body with mine as I made my way to the beach chair. I sat down, never letting go of her, and I gently placed her back in my lap. "Tell me what happened," I asked. She looked back at me and I could see that she was fighting her tears with all the strength that she could muster as she started telling me her story or nightmare, rather.

By the time she was done my blood was boiling in anger. I wanted to go after that asshole and teach him a lesson or two on how to treat a woman. How could he be so cruel to such an angel? What kind of asshole was he? I had been stroking her back, rubbing soothing circles trying to comfort her as she told me her story and as she finished she moved back, settling herself closer to my chest and took a big sigh. I understood now why she was running, and I knew that she was not just running from her husband, but also from her family who had surprisingly not supported her in such a moment.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for listening to my story, I am sorry for keeping you from whatever it is that you are supposed to be doing, I guess I should go." Go? So soon? No, no way, I can't let her go.

"Please don't go, you are not keeping me from anything, I … I want to make sure that you are all calmed before you go face your family." I told her, amazed by the sound of desperation in my voice. Where did that come from? Why am I so attracted to this woman, this girl shivering in my arms, this angel? I don't know what took a hold of me at that moment, but I lifted her chin and pull her face towards mine and started kissing those wonderful lips once again. I heard her moan as I gained access to her mouth, our lips moving in perfect symmetry. I could feel myself harden as she grinded her hot wet core against me.

She turned around so that she was now straddling me and continued to grind against me. I moved away from her lips and started nibbling down her neck and back up again, until I reached her ear and I blew softly in it. Her movements became more urgent and I could feel myself getting close. I made my way back to her mouth, leaving kisses and nibbles all the way and our tongues went back to wrestling with one another, neither one of us wanting to give in to the other. She gasped as she felt my erection right at her entrance and with a couple of more movements she came, moaning out loud in pleasure, and that is all it took for me to come over the edge as well.

We sat there panting and still kissing each other when I heard someone scream next to us.

"Isabella Marie Swan, what do you think you are doing?" a lady asked. I could see the resemblance and I could only guess that she was her mother. I felt Bella blush immediately and she started to get up. "We have been looking all over the place for you. Where have you been? Your poor husband is going out of his mind," the lady frantically continued and with that, Bella stood up giving her a fierce look.

"My poor husband?" Bella asked angrily. "Is that all you care about mother? That pathetic excuse for a man is no husband of mine," she yelled as tears poured down her flustered cheeks. I stood up and made my way to Bella's side so she could see that I was there for her. I want to be there for her forever. I tried to focus back on the conversation, saving those thoughts for later. Bella told her mother to leave, that she was going to catch up with her in a moment and not to dare say anything to Mike - I assumed he was her husband - or this would be the last time she will ever see her. Bella's mother gave me an exasperated look and grabbed Bella by her wrist pulling her along. "I do not think so, you are coming with me right this moment," she stated as she started moving, still holding Bella's hand, making her move with her.

"Edward… I am sorry," she said while being dragged away by her mother. I did not know how to respond, I just stood there like an idiot. I could not help staring at them as they kept moving farther and farther from me. She was leaving, my angel was leaving, and I had no idea if I would ever see her again. I was filled with sorrow as I realized that this was probably the first and the last time I will ever see her.

I was about to start running after them, when I saw a blonde guy approach them holding his suit jacket in his hand and covering Bella. My Bella. I realized that running after her would only cause more problems and I would make a fool of myself. That was probably her husband and I was no one, she was not mine to claim. A tear escaped my eye as I thought to myself, I just found my soul mate and I lost her just as fast. I could only hope that someday our paths would cross again, and I would be able to tell her that I wanted her to be mine.

BPOV

I felt so impotent as my mother dragged me away from Edward. My Edward. I reluctantly continued walking hoping that perhaps Edward would cry out for me and claim me back and as I turned to give him another look, I felt someone grab me by the waist and cover me with a jacket. I looked up and it was Mike, I looked back at Edward but he had already turned back.

"Get your dirty hands off me, Mike," I said with disgust, while shrugging off from his grasp. "It's over. I want to end this farce of a marriage." Mike looked at me with a shocked and angry expression as I started running once again but this time back to the hotel.

Hours later I was sitting on a plane with Angela, on our way back to D.C. I told Angela everything that happened from the moment I found Mike and Jessica kissing. I left my parents back in Acapulco, telling them that I needed to be alone, and that it would be a very long time before I would be able to talk to them again. They had failed me.

Angela offered for me to stay at the townhouse she shared with Ben, her fiancé, since I had quit my job and ended the lease of my studio apartment in order to move with Mike to California. She kept on assuring me that everything was going to be alright, that she was there for me, and that I was strong, that this would pass. I could not bring myself to tell her that more than being angry and disappointed at Mike, I was upset about not getting at least a number from Edward. Would I ever see him again? How could I continue through life having stared at my soul mate in the eye and letting him go?