I kept glancing at Dion as he stared down at his hands. Achilleus had been yelling for a solid five minutes now and Dion didn't look like he was listening. He was somewhere else.

"Achilleus," I said, interrupting the very angry man.

His face was so red as he looked at me with bulging eyes.

"I think Dion understands now." I made a discrete nod towards him.

Achilleus grunted and dumped down in his chair again, tapping the desk. "What did you expect me to do here, Arlo?"

"Write it up as his first mistake. It's not like any of the others would react any other way if they had gotten the chance. People are angry."

"Yeah? So am I. My damn beneficiary is my neighbour, okay? I know this shit. I don't want to ruin my business just because some asshat thinks halfs don't deserve rights. There's been assholes like him before and there'll be someone who overturns his dumbass rules at some point. Alright?"

I shrugged a little. "It's his biological uncle."

Dion snapped out of it and looked up from his hands. His eyes were wide, and it was so obvious he just wasn't here right now.

Achilleus softened a little. "You should've said so. Well, he's blacklisted from the club anyways. Not a single worker wanted to work with him after the incident. I probably should've told him no from the get-go, but he paid his way in." He shrugged a little.

"C-can I go home now?" Dion asked with the smallest voice.

"Yes. Take some time off, alright? You've been working a lot lately. Skedaddle before I change my mind." He waved us out and I didn't wanna linger.

Back in the car I turned to Dion. "What do you wanna do?"

"I wanna go away."

"How about we go to Mykonos? And this time we bring Oliver."

He nodded and glanced up at me. "Have you gone with Oliver before?"

"Yeah. His family is really nice. His mum kind of adopted me when I first moved here. Oliver and I had both just moved so he'd invite me to his for all the holidays."

"Sounds nice."

"It is. And so will this trip be. Just like our first one." I took his hand in mine and kissed his knuckles.

He finally smiled, looking more like himself.

"So, this is my house. Or like, it's the family's house, but this is where I live when I'm home," Oliver said and showed us inside.

It was a nice house, very traditionally Greek too. White with blue window shutters, a flat roof you could sunbathe on, cute little balconies turned to the east and west so you could catch the sunrise and sunset with an ice-cold glass of retsina.

Oliver's home had been a refuge for me. He had taken me here once when I had been anxious. It had helped immensely. We swam to the caves, hung out at the beach, watched a lot of TV.

We were going to sail to the caves since Dion was that good at swimming and I hoped the island would have the same healing effect on him as it had had on me.

"It's beautiful," Dion said and carefully ran his hand over the wall in the hall. "I've seen houses like these in magazines, but I never expected to be in one. Living in one. At least temporarily."

"Hey, my home is your home, man," Oliver said and patted Dion's shoulder. Dion smiled and looked up at me.

"Where do we sleep?"

"This way," I said and showed him to the staircase, leading up to the first floor. We'd get this room with a balcony that faced west so we could enjoy the sunsets.

"Gods, I'm so ready for this holiday," Dion said and dumped down on the bed.

I sat down next to him and smiled. "I'm ready to see you in trunks. Let's go down to the beach."

He laughed and got back up to get ready.

We all three sat on the beach, drenched by the warm water and getting a breather. Oliver had tried to teach Dion to surf, but to no avail. Dion really didn't do well in the water.

"I'm gonna teach you and you'll be surfing, I swear," Oliver said and handed us a couple of beers from the small beach bag we had brought from home.

Dion laughed and shook his head. "I swear, Oliver, it's not gonna happen. My legs are too shaky."

"It's only because you gotta get used to it. Once you get it under your skin, you'll look like a natural."

"Okay. Tomorrow we try again then." Dion leaned against me and took a sip of his beer. "Strawberry looked very sad that you were leaving."

Oliver got very busy with the label on his bottle and I frowned.

"Talk."

He looked up at me and grimaced. "We've been dating for a while."

"Like seriously?" Dion asked.

"It kind of just started with her staying around when I closed down the bar. Then I finally asked her out because like... She's so cute. Ridiculously cute."

"She is very cute," Dion agreed and nodded.

"When I picked her up for our first date, Nikon's husband stood on the porch to make sure she got to the car safely, I think. And maybe to check me out."

"Xander is a total mother hen," I said and chuckled. "He's nice though. Maybe we should all hang out sometime."

"With Nikon?" Oliver grimaced and took a sip of his beer.

"He's actually not that bad when he's off work," Dion chimed in. "It's hard to be nice when you... Well, when..."

"You don't like your job?" Oliver offered, bailing out my boyfriend.

"Yeah," Dion said, looking a little relieved.

I was so happy Dion and Oliver did well together. They were both so important to me and I'd be heartbroken if they didn't get along.

I woke up to Dion having buried his fingers in my hair. He always woke up before me and then he'd just stay in bed, massaging my scalp or running his fingers over my arms until I woke up. It was the best way to wake up and it ensured me that every day would at least start in the best way.

"Good morning," he said softly.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. The early morning light hit his face so beautifully, he looked like a saint. A god. My memory never did his beauty justice, because I kept getting surprised of how beautiful he actually was.

"Good morning," I murmured back and lifted up, kissing him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a kid. After yesterday, who wouldn't sleep well?" He snorted and scooted down so we could cuddle.

"How early is it?" I asked and turned on my back, Dion putting his head on my chest.

"Early. Almost criminally." He ran his hand under my tank-top, his soft fingers trailing over my stomach.

"I don't mind if you keep doing that."

He lifted up, pulling my tank top up too and kissed my stomach. I inhaled sharply, feeling a wave of pleasure rushing over me. I loved it when he kissed me.

"I'll keep doing it then," he said, his lips brushing over my skin. But he didn't stay on my stomach he moved down, wiggling in between my legs and pulled my sweats down. A growl travelled through my body as he took me in his mouth. I couldn't help it.

Dion rolled his shoulders a little and grabbed my hands, putting them on his horns. He liked me to grab them now. Actually wrap my fingers around them and run my thumbs over the stems. The fact that I was the only person allowed to do this made the entire thing very intimate. He trusted me that much after what had happened to him. After months of him slowly moving the boundaries of how much I could touch them. Or kiss them.

Now I didn't need permission anymore, but I liked it when he gave it to me. I liked asking for it.

And gods, I loved what he was doing with his mouth. He just knew what I liked and when. And it was so soft. I couldn't hold back a groan and tipped my head back, clenching my jaw hard to not be loud. He was taking me all the way to the base so slowly and watching his head move up and down was making me crazy.

"Dion, I'm so close."

He looked up at me, licking his lips. "What a shame." He moved up and kissed me and I grabbed his hips, pressing him down on me as I lifted my hips up. He chuckled and kept kissing me.

"Gods, I want you," I almost begged.

He grabbed my hair and pulled on it, forcing my head back. "Ask permission."

"Please."

He smiled and moved off me, rising to his feet and walking over to his bag. He found the essentials and then something new too. It looked like a pair of handcuffs but made out of rope. He smiled a wicked smile that promised nothing good. Or, it promised everything I wanted.

My eyes were almost rolling out of my head as he slowly undressed and came back to the bed. I hurried to get my clothes off too.

He slowly slid in between my legs and fastened the ropes around my wrists, putting my hands above my head. And then he went to war. I had to bite down so hard on my lip, I tasted blood. But then he kissed me and distracted me from biting my lips to shreds.

He slowly pushed inside of me when I was ready. Keeping my hands above my head was so hard, but just testing out the ropes helped. It grounded me. Helped me be present in just this. I was with Dion all the way, focusing on how his body felt. Which was great. It felt so great.

He grabbed my throat and got me to tip my head to the side as he kissed my skin. He did this a lot and it was totally power-play, but it turned me on beyond belief. He never choked me or anything, but it was a vulnerable position to be in. My hands tied and his fingers wrapped around my throat.

It showed how much I trusted him. And I did. Trust him. With all of my heart, I trusted him to only do things I liked. I still hadn't used my safe-word either.

Who would've known I'd use it in just a few minutes?

There was a knock on the door and Oliver opened it. "Breakfast is..." he trailed off and widened his eyes.

Dion was staring down at me and I was staring at Oliver.

"It's ready. When you're not tied up." He closed the door again and I had never heard silence be so loud.

"Agapi," I said, and Dion burst out laughing.

"Gods, I can never leave this room again." He pulled out and pulled the rope handcuffs off.

I grabbed his face and kissed him before he got too far away. "To be continued at least?"

He looked down at me and got a very hungry look in his eyes. "Definitely. When he's actually asleep."

I chuckled and we got up and ready.