Edward's pov
I opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind me with a dull click.
After such a long day. Silence. Finally.
My stomach growled, loud. I ignored it as always. No time to eat, no patience to care. Shower—that's what I need. The infernal heat inside this damn suit had cooked me alive all day.
I loosened my tie. Probably the best decision I'd made today, “I'm ruined.”
I headed for the hallway, running a hand through my messy hair.
The world stopped the moment I saw her.
Halfway up the stairs. Hugging a book tight in her chest. She held it up to her face. Not to read—to breathe it in. She actually closed her eyes for a second, like the scent meant something.
Then I realized. She wasn’t in her usual shapeless hoodie and jeans.
Just a loose t-shirt. Thin, soft. N
