Edward POV
Vanessa is a sweet temptation entwined in silk and fire.
Her red hair sat over her shoulders, as she laid calmly on my sofa. Her lips are a bit swollen from our kiss, her intense breathing is causing her chest to rise and fall in a way that tested every single bit of my self-control. I could think of nothing more but to touch her.
I wanted to break down the strong walls she had built between us, to hear her cry my name the way she used to-raw, breathless, mine. But she continued to refuse. And this was driving me mad.
I ran my hand through my hair and exhaled forcefully as I forced myself off the couch and proceeded towards the bar. If I didn't put some distance between us, I was going to do something risky. Something neither of us could take back.
I poured myself a drink
