DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ARE DIFFERENT FROM PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE.
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A/N:Firstly, I would like to apologise for this long hiatus, I wasn't well and life got in between and hence this delay.I promise that the next update will be up soon.
Secondly,this chapter is dedicated to Paro and everyone who has asked me to update . Thank you for your patience and love. For reading You Are Not The Only One. I am here just for you guys.❤---------‐-----------------------
(Hande's POV)
The storm had washed away in the middle of the night, leaving behind brilliant blue skies and crisp, clean Istanbul air as I headed into my caravan on the set. I pulled my script out of my bag and put it down on my desk. My skin still tingled from Kerem's slow, sweet lovemaking that morning.
He hadn't woken me when he'd come to my bed in the dark, just wrapped me up in his strong arms and held me. I couldn't ever remember sleeping so deeply or so well. Nor could I remember ever waking up so needy, so hungry, so ready to be touched, kissed, stroked, loved by a man.
Our first night together - and all the quickies that had come after - had been about temptation, about discovery, and inescapable pleasure. But a few hours back , our need for each other had been a demand that neither of us could, or would, deny.
Our early morning lovemaking seemed more like a dream than flesh-and-blood reality. Perfectly silent, barely moving, we'd come together so naturally, so perfectly. Kerem's body fit against mine like he'd been made for me, and I'd been made for him.I pressed my hand to the hollow of my throat where he'd pressed one kiss after another as I'd arched into him, and felt my heart beating the same rhythm it had beat beneath his lips. Not fast, but with a languid heat that rose more with every slow slide of his body into mine. I couldn't remember what any other morning had been like without him there, could barely imagine a time when Kerem hadn't been mine.
The first rays of the sun had broken through the darkness as I'd given myself to him. His mouth had covered my sounds of pleasure, his tongue against mine as it drove me even higher , before he'd given himself up to me, too.
All I'd wanted was to stay like that with Kerem forever, to forget that the rest of the world existed outside of our own private paradise.
But, I couldn't forget that both of us had an early call.Plus, if Gamze had seen Kerem coming out of my bedroom, the jig would officially be up...and I would have some pretty big explaining to do to the people from whom I'd vowed never to keep secrets.
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( A few weeks later- December,2020)
(Sapanca)
(Kerem's POV)When I'd finally managed to pull my mouth away from Hande’s and looked down at her, it was apparent by the heated look in her eyes, I was not the only one who was a little lost in that scene.
“Everyone, that’s a wrap!” Altan shouted “We are done with this episode. The break begins from tomorrow!”
The cast and crew hooted and hollered, and Altan made his way on the set toward us
“You two actually did it,” he commented through a chuckle. “Great job. Çok iyi iş çıkardın, ama...I want you both at the party tonight."
He turned back toward the rest of the cast and crew. “Tonight, at the Christmas Party, I want to see everyone at the Barock Bar, without fail.Direct orders from Asena Hanim."More cheers followed his words.
And while I wanted to pull Hande into my arms again and kiss the fucking hell out of her, I had to fight the urge. She had made it clear that she currently wanted to keep all of it a secret, and I had to respect that.
I watched as Hande walked off the set and in the direction of her caravan.
When I stepped inside her trailer, I was happy to find her alone, sliding off her heels and sitting down on the small sofa.
I didn’t let her stay sitting for long, though.

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