It was like a drug, Edward supposed. Though she was irresistible to him, though the smell of her drove him to the brink of insanity, made him want to throw away everything he'd worked for, everything Carlisle had instilled in him, he couldn't help going back. Couldn't help tracking her cross country and watching her from a distance.
He closed his eyes, daring to take one breath. Just wanting another taste, another waft of that smell to see if it was still as wonderful as it had been the last time. If his self control had been strengthened at all.
Edward gripped the trunk of the tree he was standing behind, his knuckles turning blue from the pressure, and the tree making noises in protest.
With a whirl of his heels, Edward ran, gliding effortlessly through the woods, seeking safe haven, away from this girl who was driving him mad.