No matter where she was (which wasn't too far, these days), he could always smell her. It was intoxicating, and exhilarating to a point where it drove him mad. However, the more clothes she wore, the more the scent would withdraw into the wind – and it also worked in the opposite. Now was a very, very, good example; Edward was barely coherent. Outside, in the late afternoon sun, Bella splashed another of her friends while bobbing around in the pool. In a cherry-red two piece. And while she was outside, he was inside twitching in the living room like a crispy-crème addict who'd just been told the store was out of stock.

He was looking at her when she waved to him.

He snapped.

He shot up from his seat, determined to get to her, even in the sunlight. His single minded determination overpowered any other function as he stormed towards her.

Crack!

"Edward!"

Bella quickly climbed out of the pool while inside, Edward swore to never again let a glass door get the better of him as he looked up at the spider crack in the glass.

"Edward? Are you alright?" Bella's asked – but not sounding the least bit worried – "Do you need me to kiss it better?"

Just once more, maybe…