AN: Welcome to the SoCal sequel. Be prepared for short chapters but a lot of them. No pre-readers or betas in this story and it's nothing personal to anyone. I'm just trying to daily posts and I don't want anyone to feel pressured to get back to me quickly. People have lives and I get that. Let's pray that the muse keeps me going to the bloody end. This fic will be chaotic like Savages and might have several POVs.

Updating schedule is daily and approximately around 8-9pm my time. I'm Krazy and might post earlier in the day depending on mood and impatience, but I'll try to mostly stick to this time to keep me on track.

And Chopping and Changing is still being written, I just hit a snag on plot and progression. It'll get there.

Alright, enough of my babbling.

Are we ready?

Day one:

Saturday, July 8th

Laguna Beach, California

Edward

A nightmare woke me up. It'd been months since my last one, but this was different than the others. The usual gunfire and bloody limbs were replaced with gut-wrenching loss, irreplaceable death, and the fading of light and soft brown eyes.

Instinctively, I reached out to her. Bean was asleep but there, safe, warm, and smiling as she dreamed. I wanted to kiss her awake and bury all the bad things away by being deep inside her.

I decided to shake it off instead.

The sun still was behind the horizon and would be dark for another half hour, but I grabbed my board sans wet suit.

The water was cold, and the waves choppy, but it kept my blood pumping and blasted adrenaline through me.

When I returned to the house, Bean was up and making breakfast. She didn't make much; however, the few things she did cook were mastered, and bacon and Swiss omelet was her specialty.

Afterward, I took a shower and then packed a bowl. It was barely eleven in the morning, but as it warmed up outside, it was the perfect time to get baked. Bean was at my side, inhaling with me, and as the high flourished, it manifested into need.

Our need to fuck.

I never think, only act, and that's how things get out of control. My girl tasted good and felt good. The life I had was fucking unique and highly fragile.

"Hey," Bean said, playfully nudging me in the back with her foot.

She was sprawled out behind me with her bikini pulled down and shoved aside. I stared at her without emotion. She looked beautiful, skin glistening with sweat, her hair fucking everywhere and chaotic. I could still taste her on my tongue, those sweet apricots, and I could go for another round.

Sex with her only satiated me for a moment, but I fought off that urge.

The broken man that I am couldn't shake that fucking dream and I tried to smile but failed. Rising from the couch, I went to the second level of our living room to clean my guns. It was the only thing that could focus my brain and away from how good it would feel to be inside her again.

That girl wasn't an idiot, and I caught her smirking at me from across the room. How wise she was, and I forced myself not to react. God only fucking knows she was trying to reel my ass back between her legs. The jaunty tune from Jasper's laptop couldn't come at a better time as a distraction from Bean's hold on me, and I clicked on the message and audio file without thinking.

The last person I wanted to clue into this fucking shithole of a world snuck up behind me.

Bean saw everything.

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