You're Not The Only One.

Chapter 8

A/N: I never thought that this story will cross over 5k reads and it was possible only because of you guys. Thank you so much for the constant support and love,thank you for reading and waiting so patiently.
Aplogies for the delay and the long gap. There was a marriage in my family and Indian weddings go on for days.😂 Anyway, this chapter is long , and I won't say much about it but waiting for your feedback. Love you all.❤ Also,I have attached some pictures for your reference at the end of the story.

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Hande's Pov

It was another day on set and I have never been so thankful for Kerem's busy schedule or the fact that we didn't have any scenes together today. It meant that there was no risk of that one kiss  turning into more , and that I could go straight back to my own scenes and give myself completely to the camera..with Kerem only edging into my mind every other second, rather than every single one.Because even as our kiss dove into increasingly  dangerous waters, I had felt his patience yesterday , and how tightly he'd been holding on to his control.
With a heady shiver of anticipation I knew I shouldn't be feeling,I could no longer deny the absolute certainty that Kerem's patience was going to run out soon.

And that mine would, too. Soon.Very soon.

Even though I'd tried again and again to keep my distance, I hadn't been able to keep from getting closer instead with every word he had said yesterday,I felt my resolve to stay away from him get weaker. If Kerem had come for me again,if he would have kissed me again, I would have given into my urges once again too without a protest, without a care in the world for all my reasons for staying away from him.
His lips were so soft.
Somehow the kiss from yesterday morning had felt different than the times we had kissed in front of the camera. It was either the security of a closed room or the realness of it, but the mere thought if how it had felt,made my insides burn with a warmth that I had never felt before. If his kiss from that day on the set had left me confused ,then the one from yesterday had rocked my entire world.
Just as I was trying to complete the impossible task of dragging my focus away from Kerem's kiss and back to the script in hand,Dilara popped her head in my trailer.
What was she doing on set at this time?

"Got a second?"
I got up from my seat in front of the vanity. "Her zaman (Always)." I put my arms around my bestfriend and gave her a hug hello. "What's up?"
Dilara's gaze sharpened on me.
" I was in the neighbourhood so I dropped by. Sorry for not calling beforehand but I actually wanted wanted to check on you."
"Me?"
"Her şey yolunda mı?(Is everything okay?)

Dozens of responses flew to the tip of my tongue: Kerem kissed me. Or I kissed him. I honestly didn't know what had happened or how I had gone from shouting at him to kissing him like my life depended on it within a matter of few minutes. Only that it was good. So good that I couldn't seem to find my center again.Also,we were going on a trip tonight.
But even though I badly wanted to talk to my bestfriend about my twisted thoughts and feelings, I couldn't. Not when Dilara adored Kerem and always nudged me to go out with him . Not when I knew that there wouldn't be a repeat of that kiss. That there was no me and him. Not now. Not in the future.
Relationships formed while filming only helps in getting higher ratings and grabbing the attention of the media ,it never leads to marriages,happy homes or children. A new set. A new co star. Maybe even a new country for Kerem. And he would forget me and go out of my life just the way he had invaded it.
Murat had jaded me in a way that I feared the possibility of another failed relationship when I was healing from the after effects of the last one.

"Nilay asked me the same thing today morning and Gamze , yesterday when I went over to her place," I said with a smile. "I think I'm officially too old to get away with missing a few hours of sleep."