Meanwhile across town, Edgar had watched the woman he loves drive off in someone else's car. Heartbroken that Baynard will most likely spend the night with his Olivia. But she's not yours, you made sure of that. he taunts himself. It's surprising how sobering the thought of the person you love being with, really being with, someone that isn't you can be. Edgar stands staring at the empty space that the brunette had occupied only moments ago. Did he imagine her? No. Olivia's taste still fills his mouth, her lipstick is still smeared on Edgar's lips and he knows it was real. This does little to numb the pain though.

Edgar feels able to drive home, so he does. Remembers nothing of the journey but arrives home unscathed. Or as unscathed as having your heart ripped from your chest and fed to you can be. As he lies under the sheets in his bed,he suddenly feels cold. He never much saw the need for pyjamas but that's not the reason and he knows it. Olivia's warmth is all that could heal him now. A warmth that will now always be lacking. The weight of Olivia in his arms, where she was always meant to be, had just felt so right. Her lips pressed tightly against Edgar's like they were made for the sole purpose of kissing him. Curves teasing his fingertips, so close but still too far away under all those clothes.

Edgar doesn't even register that he's touching himself. He has none of the brunette's crisis of subject, not even endeavouring to think of anyone but Olivia. He hadn't thought of anything else for months, why stop now? Olivia covering his entire body with her own, skin on skin. Those hidden curves finally revealed and all for him. Olivia's elegant fingers brushing all over his flesh, exploring him like an undiscovered secret. Olivia's mouth on his cock. Edgar looks down to himself and he swears he can see those chocolate eyes staring up at him, eyebrow raised seductively. He yearns to take a fistful of brown locks between his fingers and thrust the brunette's mouth to where he needs her most. "Oh Olivia!" Edgar soaks his hand in a rush as he comes, nothing but Olivia in his thoughts.

He lies there sated but unsatisfied, wishing Olivia was really there. He jumps when his phone buzzes and he fumbles for it in the dark. A text. From Olivia. Three words: "I want you."

Olivia answers on the fourth ring, not sure she should pick up at all.

"Olivia?" Edgar needed to hear her voice.

"Edgar?" Both hope that the other can't sense what they've just done thinking about each other.

"I got your text." Edgar doesn't know what else to say.

"I'm...I shouldn't have sent it. I'm sorry." Olivia wants to hang up.

"No wait, Olivia please don't hang up." Edgar panics as he hears the phone move.

"Edgar, I don't know what came over me." Yes you do, thinks Olivi. You came all over yourself. She blushes mortified. "I just. I miss you and I was lying here and I couldn't help myself."

Edgar jolts with realisation. Olivia is in bed. Right now, talking to him. Did she sound any different? Breathless maybe? Has she...? But then maybe Baynard... "Are you on your own?" Edgar cringes but he needs to know.

"Yes, Bay's gone. I mean se didn't...We didn't...Nothing happened." Olivia was flustered.

Edgar lets out a relieved huff. "I want to come over. I have to see you." he's already out of bed, blindly trying to locate his clothes.

Olivia wants that too, much more than she can articulate. "Don't." She hangs up.

Edgar stares at his screen as it beeps with the cut off tone.

They both cry themselves to sleep that night.

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