Oliver
"Luca?" Oliver's voice is deep and raspy as he answers my drunken call at three AM "hey are you there?" I'm such an idiot for calling, one too many beers and I make decisions that I know I'm going to regret tomorrow "I can hear you breathing Luca" his sleep voice makes me want to jump his bones through the phone, is that even possible? "Luca please say something"
"I'm outside" yes I walked all the way from the bar I was drinking at and I didn't even know where I was going until I got here, I wanted to leave but my feet had their own idea.
He walks out to his balcony staring down at me "Luca what are you doing here mate?" His English accent seeps through my ears. I stand there like an idiot just staring at him in his pajama bottoms "come up its too cold out here"
"I should go you're sleeping"