"Freya."
"Mmm."
"Freya, wake up. We don't have much time."
I groaned and opened my eyes. Oliver was sitting beside me on my bed. "Oliver. What is it?" I asked.
"Damn, your hair looks horrible when you just wake up," he remarked.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I rubbed the sand from my eyes, with a huff of offense. "You wake me up to insult me?" I bellowed.
He laughed. "Poor girl, no need to take it badly. Might as well accept it," he said.
I sat up and exhaled forcibly. He smiled and turned away, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking at the ground as if to mull over something. I took the opportunity to quickly tame my hair with my fingers as best I could without the help of a mirror. When he turned back to look at me, I quickly put my hands at my sides. His mouth had been open as if he wanted to say something, but then he shut it and smiled. "What?" I asked, feigning oblivion.
He scooted closer and leaned in. I felt his fingers undoing the knotted tangles in my hair and smoothing the frizz. "You're sweet," he cooed, once he'd finished. His doe brown eyes fixated on mine and a happy-go-lucky smile graced his bearded mouth. He held my face between his strong hands, running his thumbs over my cheeks affectionately. His eyelashes shaded his face as he looked at my lips before kissing them. His lips were soft but sure against mine, his tongue skidded across my mouth to politely seek entrance. I let him in and when our tongues met I could clearly taste sweet mint. I had saliva pooled in the back of my mouth from my night's sleep and quickly swallowed, hoping my mouth didn't taste like drool. But if he did notice, he gave no sign of dislike toward me, none at all. One of his hands pressed against the side of my neck and slid down to massage my shoulder. There was no hunger behind the kiss as we continued to tie tongues, just patience and affection. My hands slid up his sides to grab at his back and I moaned against him.
Oliver had been waking me up this way for the past few days since our last 'encounter.' He woke about 15 minutes before everyone else did to give me secret kisses. He was always gentle despite his teasing words, always ending it with a quaint nibble to my lips. And there it was; I felt him pull away just enough to close his teeth around my lip. His fingers slid down my body, between my breasts and down my navel to rest at my hip. Only then did he release my lip from between his teeth and end the kiss. He got off the bed and stepped away before turning to the door. I quickly stood up and jumped in front of him, as I had every other day he'd visited me, to stand on my toes so I could reach my lips to his. He took hold of me at my waist to lift me up, so that my mouth was level with his, and I took the opportunity to wrap my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. He pushed me against the wall and the kiss became hungrier, just as it had the past few days. He would press his pelvis against mine and just when I started feeling him getting hard, he would pull away and set me down on my feet before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him. I turned away then, to settle back down in bed. Felix was awake now, laying complacently by the foot of the bed. I affectionately pet his head and asked him if he needed to go out, to which he responded by immediately standing up and jumping onto the floor as if ready to go.
I led him out of the room and saw Everett emerge from his, half naked. He was big and brawny, a light dusting of blonde hair gracing his taut chest down to his ribs. A similar trail of hair started just under his navel and disappeared under his sweats. His hair was in its usual, messy braid and his jaw dawned its always two-day old stubble. He smiled at me, looking me over with my still undoubtedly messy hair and the white crust dried a few inches away from my mouth. "Good morning, Freya," he said. I was wearing a long, old shirt. His eyes flickered with their signature glow as his gaze shifted between my face and my body. I groaned when I finally realized my nipples beading as a result of what was becoming a morning ritual with Oliver. I crossed my arms over my chest and his smile turned into one very broad grin. "You're up early," he commented, slowly prowling closer.
"I've been having trouble sleeping lately," I explained, wiping the sand from the corner of my eye. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his biceps bulging along with his taut chest. His white hair fell into his glowing, golden eyes but he didn't seem to notice.
"Maybe you're restless," he remarked, "I can help with that."
"Oh, really?" I asked, covering my yawning mouth with a hand, "Sorry," I muttered.
He smiled, lines forming around the corners of his mouth. "Maybe you could come with us when we go for runs in the evening," he suggested.
"I don't think so, I'm not much of an athlete. I mean, I enjoy some things. Running is too boring and difficult for me," I rambled. My eyes fixed on his arms. He didn't have any hair on the top half of them, bringing his visibly hard muscle to my attention. His forearms and hands had a pleasant golden fuzz about them and they flexed beautifully under my observance. His shoulders were wide, but his waist was small. His skin was a light caramel, shining though there was no light. I felt my knees weaken.
"I admit it can be a difficult task at first, but I don't think I'd have trouble keeping you entertained," he began, watching my trembling lower limbs with obvious concern, "but maybe we'll find another passtime that'll exhaust you."
"Right," I agreed awkwardly, before heading into the bathroom and quickly shutting the door behind me.
That was horrible. You were horrible, Freya
, I chastised myself. I wanted to talk to him as easily as I could talk to Erik or Oliver but he was rarely ever around and we barely knew each other as a result. He was always working or out in the evening on some sort of business venture. Sometimes I thought his boss was cruel to make him work that long, when Oliver had the same employer and didn't slave away endlessly like his coworker did. I turned on the faucet and wet my blue toothbrush before smearing it with toothpaste and shoving it into my mouth to scrub at my teeth as I thought.
In the past couple of days, Oliver and I had barely discussed our plans to get Everett and Erik to agree to...honestly, I didn't know what they were agreeing to. Or what I was agreeing to. Or even if what Oliver was suggesting was something I was interested in. Well, that's a lie. I was interested, I was just worried about how badly things could turn out if we weren't careful. Sometimes I wasn't even sure Everett was interested in me. He watched me quite a bit, hungrily I might add, but he never made a move like both Erik and Oliver had. A part of me was a little offended, for lack of a better word. I knew it was arrogant and childish to expect all three of them to want me badly. Wasn't it irresponsible to lead all three of them on once I had officially gained their interest? Perhaps not in Oliver's case as he was the one who suggested this mess. I spit the froth that had accumulated in my mouth into the sink and continued brushing.
Oliver had given me a lot of information on Erik that I had previously failed to notice. I assumed he was unemployed as all he seemed to do on a day to day basis was cook a few meals, watch TV shows, and nap. But Oliver assured me he did have a job. Apparently, Erik was employed under the same company as Oliver and Everett, but he worked at a different branch. He was a researcher, a security tech, a hacker, among other things. He worked on the cyber security of the company and gathered any digital intel that existed and could come of use. I was surprised by this, asking where he got the time. "He usually naps during the day so he can work at night," Oliver explained. And upon my inquiry as to why he worked at night, Oliver said, "Its how he works best. He's a nocturnal creature by default, Freya, best you remember that."
"So what do you do then? What is your official job title?" I asked.
"I'm part of the company's legal defense, officially, but I do a lot more than that. The company pays well enough to keep them as my only client, so I have all this free time on my hands. I secure relations with other businesses and banks. I basically schmooze whoever I can to keep the company's agenda in motion."
"Why would you do that?" I asked. "Are you getting paid to do that?"
"Well, no. But I own a large share of the company, its in my best interest to keep it up and running."
"Wow, you must be loaded. So why do you live here, in the middle of no where? With roommates, even!" I questioned him, unable to contain my bewilderment.
