Letters

Chapter 3

“Tell me you love me.” Frida whispered into my ear as she pinned me down on the floor by my wrists. I don't remember how we got into this position and why we're in my bedroom, and I kind of didn't care. The sexual tension couldn't be cut with a knife in here. We both were breathing heavily and the air was tense and hot. Frida's necklaces dangled over my face.

“I do.” I answered breathlessly, staring into her green eyes. Her red curls were in mine and her face. I wanted to lift my hand to brush the strands of hair away, but she didn't let me, instead she pushed me into the ground harder. It felt like she wanted to push me through the ground.

“Say it. Say you love me.” Frida's grip tightened around my wrists as she bent down closer to my face. She kissed my cheek, after neck. Frida sucked on the lower part of my neck, leaving a dark hickey.

“I love you.“ I answered and she passionately kissed me on my lips. She was about to slide her tongue into my mouth, but...

I was suddenly woken by the alarm.

I stared at the ceiling, trying to comprehend all of that, but that was an impossible task.

“What the actual fuck...” I said quietly, I didn't even blink or move. I was in shock. I even breathed heavily and I felt that my forehead was drenched in sweat.

After recovering from that dream, I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, almost as if I was in a trance. A dream like that was... Interesting. But it didn't mean anything, I don't like women, I don't like Frida. It was simply my mind playing tricks on me, after all my subconscious can't know anything better than me myself... Can it?

The whole time I was getting ready for work I was thinking about that dream. Frida, Frida on top of me, Frida kissing me... Every aspect of that dream made me both wanna throw up and start screaming and jumping, like a teenage girl. It was ridiculous. But it didn't mean anything.

The day went by painfully slow. I looked out of the big window, admiring the sunset. I sighed, thinking about Frida. I couldn't stop, all day she had been on my mind. It annoyed me very much. I held my head with my hands and closed my eyes. I tried to get my mind set straight, straight in both of it's meanings, but after the millionth time of trying that, I gave up.

I got up from my desk and walked over to the break area to get some coffee. Someone's presence invaded the peacefulness.

“Isn't it a bit late for coffee?” a deep voice said behind my back.

“Yes and no... Beside you can't drink alcohol here, so, coffee is the next best thing.” I said, fully convinced it was one of my friends. I didn't even think about trying to match their voice to one of them. I was way too tired.

“Yeah... Something troubling you?” he asked.

“Well, yes...” I turned around, to see a person who wasn't my friend, infact it was a person who I had never seen before.

“I... I was joking, of course. I don't drink alcohol...” I said a little nervously. I had no idea who he was and I had just talked about drinking at work, it's not like I was, but that's not a good first impression. I wonder what would've happened if I didn't turn around and just started talking about what's on my mind... I need to be much more careful at work I suppose.

“It's fine. I'm new here. Someone said you were the head of accounting and I was told to look for you... Ms. Fältskog, right?” he held out his hand.

“Yes, I am,” I shook it, “I assume you're Björn Ulvaeus?”

“Yes.” he smiled and let go of my hand.