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.

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.

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 black lines, and pulled my red hair into a very casual bun. That will have to be enough.

I ran to the bedroom to the closet. Little time for contemplation forced me to choose an easy standard. I pulled on torn light blue jeans, a white tank top, a plaid red-white shirt, and added a white Conversky. Then I grabbed a "Zen as fuck" canvas bag that put a wallet, cell phone, headphones, and a book.

Then all I had to do was run down ten floors, which was faster than the local elevator, and I dashed in front of the house. So I caught the tram at the stop on the corner.

Breathless, I sat down on the seat and called June again. Without success.

She will surely kill me.

June wasn't the type to mess with anyone, and she certainly didn't like it when I arrived late for the morning shift, which was usually the biggest blast of customers demanding their first coffee on a new day.

To calm down a bit, I stumbled upon my deep blue space-themed headphones and played Under And Over It from Five Finger Death Punch on the iPod. This music sometimes worked even better than the morning coffee.

I got off six stops and two more streets ran. Along the way, I checked the time and incoming calls. I was an hour late.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

As I ran, I pulled my headphones around my neck and rushed into the cafe like a lot of water. I glanced at the tables and boxes by the wall. I was reassured that fortunately it wasn't full that it was Friday morning. A lot of people used this day to get away from work, and most of the time June and I didn't stop much. Today, however, my luck was playing luck.

June stood behind the bar and looked around bored. As soon as she saw me, her face lit up. She was a small blonde of small stature with her hair cut to her shoulders and a bang that was so long that it crawled into her bright green eyes. And to top it all off, she was the owner of two show dimples in her face. She looked like a cute doll until she opened her mouth.

"Where the fuck have you been?" She asked cheerfully instead of greeting. "Did David sleep with you?"

I shook my head. "She did not sleep. I just fell asleep, "I explained very briefly, and I definitely didn't intend to elaborate further.

I ran around the counter into the staff room, took my shirt and headphones off my neck, took my green apron, and returned to her. The whole thing couldn't take more than a minute and a half.

I finally took a break as I stood next to June and pulled the apron strap over my head. "Good morning," I said, trying to smile.

"Yeah, that's right," she said like a cat.

I chuckled and tied the two cords at the back of my shoulders. "So excited that there are few people?"

She waved her pink-painted nails at my question. "But not the hell. What am I after? I'm looking forward to the end of my shift, Chad is in town. "

And shit.