S2 58.

Oona sits in her new, almost empty flat and feels just as empty. Thoughts keep going back, reliving their best moments with Tomas. Is there something she could have done other way? Some way they could come back together? 

No, there's no way for that. So much needed to change before that could happen. It's not possible. So Oona cries. For all the good memories, all that felt good with him, all that she used to be. Saying goodbye to all of those things and letting it go with burning tears.

Lemmy and Amaranthe are circling her. Cats seems to understand their human is needing comfort and they try to bring it their own way. 

Oona feels her throat getting dry. She packed her things and cats in quiet and moved when Tomas was on another worktrip. But now Madde came to the bar and Oona knows she has to face it.

- What's going on? Madde wants to know. - Cats are gone and I realised I haven't seen you for ages!

- I moved away, Oona says reluctantly. 

- What? Why?

- We broke up, Oona draws a long breath.

- What happened? Tomas doesn't say anything. He behaves like everything is normal.

- He does? Oona feel like suffocating. Did she mean that little to him? She was shattered into million pieces and he's ok with it?

- Mmhm. Is it because of me? If it is I'm so terribly sorry! What can I do to make it better?

- No, Madde. It's nothing to do with you, she manages to say. How the hell she is supposed to get thru this shift now?

Oona tries to get a good position but it’s hard. Nothing feels right. She keeps shifting and changing it. 

– What’s going on? Iiro asks. Suddenly Oona has changed from confident professional model to insecure amateur. 

– I have trouble finding a good pose. 

– It’s all about the attitude, remember? Iiro reminds her of her own words. – Where’s it now? 

Oona freezes. 

– It’s gone, she says shakily and puts a hand over her mouth. 

– Hey, you have the most badass attitude anyone has, Iiro smiles but Oona shakes her head. Now there’s something really wrong. – Oona? You ok? He stands up and comes to sit by the bed. 

– No. 

– Are you -- you are crying? Iiro blinks. Oona is so strong he never thought to see her break down like this. 

– I’m sorry! She sobs. 

– Heyy. There’s no reason to apologize, Iiro hush her and without thinking puts an arm over her. He realizes what he did when his fingers and arm touches her bare skin. Damn. Damn damn damn. 

Her skin feels soft and smooth. 

– Trouble at home? Iiro forces himself to ask very calmly and tries to be as still as he can. Gaah. She smells so good he wants to bury his nose into nape of her neck and breath that in. 

– Yes, Oona whimpers and doesn’t pull away. 

Iiro exhales when Oona leans her head into his lap. Goddammit woman! Doesn’t she realise she’s still fully naked? It’s different when you are some steps away, concentrating on drawing and trying to forget that’s girl you want. When she’s right there beside you, naked and warm it’s different matter. 

– Ok. Let’s put this over you before you feel cold, Iiro pulls a blanket to cover her beautiful body. What an excuse. Flat is so warm there’s no chance of getting cold. 

– Thank you, she whispers. – I’m sorry I messed this up. 

– It’s okay, Iiro says and gently rubs her shoulder. Is this ok? He has’t dared to touch Oona before (well, before and after that one sad attempt). 

– Can we stay like this for a little while? Oona whimpers.

– Yeah. 

- Could you hold me a while?

Iiro holds his breath. This isn't happening .

- No problem.

So what are the odds you get the woman of your dreams into your bed, nude, in your arms and she falls asleep. 

Iiro looks Oona’s sleeping face in his arms. Why he didn’t notice Oona back in the school. Glasses or not, pretty girl is a pretty girl. 

Iiro let’s out a long breathe. She must have been exhausted to doze off like that. They probably had had a big fight or something back home. Should be thankfull to that ass. 

Iiro has never been this close to Oona. It feels too intense and he can’t help his body reacting to that. 

Don’t fuck this up man. 

He shifts so Oona can’t feel his excitement against her back. Okay. Breathe. Think something else. He looks his phone on his desk. He promised to go out and have coffee with Taika and this time he’s about to do that. Redhead IS fun, easy to be with, so many mutual interests , pretty face… He looks at sleeping Oona again. 

Friendzone, idiot. Remember Friendzone. Don’t mess things up now.