Silence reverberates off the walls of the car all the way back to Olivia's place. Baynard had offered to drive her home and the brunette accepted gladly. She was in no fit state to drive. Her head was swimming from Edgar's kisses. Her lips tingled with it. If she licks them she can still taste the whiskey. A deep longing takes hold and sinks to the pit of her stomach. And somewhere further south... She shivers and Baynard turns up the heating, smiling at her. If only it were that simple. If only she was just cold. She realised too late that the lift could be misconstrued. Did Ellis think she was going to invite him in for coffee? Or... Olivia closed her eyes, she should set Ellis straight. Pinching at the bridge of her nose, she can feel a tension headache starting. She is busy trying not to let the drumming inside her head drive her insane, when she notices they have pulled up at her apartment.

"Um. Well, thanks for the lift. Night Bay." She smiles and her hand grips the door release handle, poised to dart from the car inside her front door.

"Third time lucky?" Ellis quips, eyes shining.

Olivia doesn't understand the significance until Bay is leaning in to kiss her goodnight. She turns Baynard''s head at the last minute and softly kisses his cheek.

"Ouch. Am I that bad a prospect? Not even on the forehead, Olivia?" he jokes but he is a little disappointed.

"It's not that. You're great, you really are Bay. Anyone woman would be very lucky to have you. It's just..." Edgar, Olivia almost says it out loud. "I should have told you. I'm in love with someone else. I'm sorry."

"Mr Peirce should consider himself blessed." Baynard raises an eyebrow to check he's hit the mark and the look on the brunette's face confirms it.

"Am I that transparent?" Olivia was anxious. She knew she'd never been any use at concealing her emotions.

"Goodnight Olivia." Baynard places a warm hand over Olivia's and squeezes kindly.

Safely inside her bedroom. Alone. Olivia begins to get ready for sleep. Once she's tucked up in the covers, sleep doesn't come. She can't stop thinking about kissing Edgar. Touching her fingertips to her lips, she can still feel the his lips there.

She trails her fingers down to the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. Slipping them inside, she startles at just how wet she is. This aching will only dull one way. She knows what she has to do. Stroking and coaxing and thrusting and grinding, she tries to think of Ellis. He really is very sexy. Olivia should be flattered. She creases her face in concentration, wills herself to keep thinking about Ellis. Somehow he becomes Edgar. Her fingers are not her own anymore, but Edgar's. Olivia hastily unbuttons her top, fondling and pinching her nipple with the other hand. Her mind knows she shouldn't think of Edgar, but her body and her heart betray her. She wants him so much, she needs it to be him.. Olivia eases to an intense release that is both welcomed and begrudged, the man who causes it seared into Olivia's conscious Edgar!" She sobs out the word as she comes. Never have two syllables been said with such anguish and such desire.

Olivia needs Edgar to be here now. She doesn't think as she lifts her phone from the bedside locker and fires off a text, this time she says what she should have said weeks ago: "I want you."

To Be Continued

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