AN: I do not own Twilight.

EPOV

I looked around the office. I needed out of there. It was now wrecked like everything else she had touched.

I grabbed my things and turned to leave when I stopped.

Her panties were in the trash can.

I could leave them and take the chance that nothing would be said about torn up women's underwear in my trash or I could take them.

I knew what the correct answer was,

Leave them,

Let them be tossed out.

Take the chance of being caught and then tell them all about her.

Her lies.

Her kisses.

Or lie for her like always.

Cover and protect her because can't seem to figure out how not to be a walking danger to herself.

Silently, I crossed the room that still reeked of sex and her to grab her discarded panties. I had barely stuffed them in my coat pocket when the janitor appeared seemingly out of thin air to wish me good night.

"Night," I called softly with a smile and nod before scurrying away from the scene of the latest crime.

"Hey," I heard her call out as I entered the apartment. '

It was so bright and warm.

I was still getting used to her being here when I came home.

It was an adjustment I could grow use to.

"Hey," I greeted her just as she appeared from the kitchen.

She was warm and smelled like home and the sun.

So different than her.

"You're late," she said with a grin that held no irritation.

I loved that smile.

It was bright enough to light up the city.

"Sorry, I…" I began only falling flat since I had nothing to offer as an excuse.

Well, nothing that was worthy to offer her.

"Just call next time so I don't worry," she said before standing on her tip toes to press a kiss against my lips.

She worried about me and I was too busy dealing with my demon to even call her.

"I promise," I assured her before pulling her close.

I needed her light and goodness after her. Not that I deserved it.

"You smell different," She commented with a wrinkled nose as she looked at me before laughing lightly.

I felt my blood turn to ice with her words.

Of course, she could smell her.

"Sorry, I was in the lab," I lied too smoothly as I smiled and shrugged off her comment with an ease that turned my stomach. My time with her had taught me to be a skilled liar.

"I'll go shower," I suggested as I held her close, just needing her by me even if I didn't deserve it.

"Dinner is almost done," she warned then smacked my ass as I turned to leave her once more.

I tossed my bags down in the make shift office that should our second bed room, but not before hiding the panties in my work bag. I would deal with those later.

I stripped in the hallway then ducked into the bathroom to start the shower.

I looked in the mirror as I waited for the shower to heat up.

I turned to see how bad the scratches were, only to find they were barely there. Just a few pink lines on my lower back that might be over looked if I kept my shirt on. It was as if she was losing her power to hurt me.

I stripped off my boxers and stepped under the heated water with a sigh.

The steam around me smelled of her.

My body reacted to the scent instantly as my cock grew hard with anticipation.

I hated that she still had that power over me.

I loved that she still had that power over me.

It was all so fucked up.

I closed my eyes and breathed her in.

My mind went back to a different time.

A time where I was young and stupid.

I could see her entering the room, wide eyed and somewhat fearful.

I could smell her then too.

Sweet and flowery.

Seductive and deadly.

I hated her in that every moment for no other reason than wanting her.

Funny how somethings never change, yet change everything.

"Edward, you ok?" I heard her call out as she opened the door.

I took one more deep breath of the mist before answering a soft yes,

The glass shower doors slid open and I felt her step in behind me.

For a moment, I felt a flash of anger as she interrupted my sacred moment of memories teamed with the last bit of her that I had. It only lasted a second as I realized how absolutely ridiculous that was and I added it to my list of sins.

"You ok?" she asked me.

I could hear the worry in her voice as she spoke softly to me.

I hated that I made her worry.

"I'm good now," I said with a grin that down played the confusion that threatened to swallow me whole. I wrapped my arms around her naked form and breathed her in to clear my head.

Sunlight. Heat. Spice.

Sex and laughter.

Just her scent grounded me. It brought me back to the moment and for a while would chase away the memories of her.

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AN:

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