Belongs To Me

Ollie. "

My sigh carried the silence of peace and resonated with my soul. And with a little luck, his too.

"Ollie."

My dissatisfied whining.

"Ollie!"

My cry at the climax of the nights that only belonged to the two of us.

His face is indelible and burned into my memories. Indestructible.

Long black hair all around shaved and pulled into a ponytail. A silver tunnel in each ear. So the left one was decorated with three more surgical steel earrings. Tongue piercing. The scar under my eyebrows and the bewitching look of the chocolate eyes, which darkened with desire and hid so many secrets that I had no idea. And also the body of a demigod.9

Just looking at him for more than three seconds made me press my thighs together. And what if he looked at me.

But it has been more than five years.

Five.

And he kept coming back to me in his dreams.

Just like today.

I woke up sweaty with a fading orgasm and a blanket crumpled between my thighs. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe smoothly. I blinked into the darkness and reached for the phone on the bedside table. It was a little past three-thirty.

Well, that's fucking great.

What was even better about the hair?

Text by David: Are you at work tomorrow? I could stop by for lunch.

I just whimpered, tossed my cell phone back, trying to think of a hundred and one reasons why I would have dreamed of my friend, whom I had dated for almost two years.

David was a nice guy too. His tousled blond hair, pale blue eyes that hid absolutely nothing, and his developed body were even more muscular than Ollie's. But that was not the case. Watching Ollie walk was like watching a beast hunt. There was something about him that made me watch his every move, that kept me keeping an eye out because he could attack at any time. At any time. And David was just ...

Wait, why did I actually compare them?

Damn.

This was not fair to me from David. He was a faithful and good friend. Everything about him was safe and familiar. Being with him was as sure as the sun rising tomorrow.2

Anything could go to hell with Ollie at any time.

In addition, he sang in the band. Believing a singer is in itself quite a stupid thing.

Good and enough.

It's time for a cold shower and a book, because I'm probably not going to sleep today.

***

What did I not expect? That I would really fall asleep - with my nose buried in the book - and I would be able to fall asleep to work in the morning.

I called my colleague and longtime friend June, but she didn't answer, so I had to move my ass seriously.

I rushed into the bathroom, quickly changed my morning hygiene, highlighted my dark blue eyes with mascara and