With Forgiveness...Comes Happiness

Chapter Three

The repeat of their lovemaking had lasted much longer, with each of them exhausted and totally satisfied. It was early in the morning hours before they slept, with Can holding her tightly in his arms as if she may escape from him. She woke first, with memories of the hours before making her smile. He was sleeping peacefully, so she watched him, tracing every line on his face, each feature that made her heart flutter. He was even more handsome as he slept, unaware of the way she was looking at him, unaware of the desire that was boiling up inside her. He had made her happy, made her feel special and she wanted that feeling for the rest of her life. She tried to slip out of bed without disturbing him, but that wouldn't be the case, as the slightest movement from her aroused him. He reached for her, pulling her closer to him, " Where do you think you're going, it's still early." His voice was nothing more than whisper, his eyes barely open but she could still see the desire that they held for her. 

With this glorious awakening of the day, and the extra long shower that they shared, they were now in a rush to make their flight home. The taxi was weaving in and out of traffic, at Cans insistence to make it to the airport in time. They had made it with only minutes to spare, as they checked in at the gate. As they boarded the plane, she knew she was going home a changed woman. They were both changed, she could see it in his face. The touch of his hand on hers could almost make her come unwound, but she held it tightly as he helped her find her seat. The flight was relatively short, but it would be hard to keep their hands off of each other for that hour and forty five minutes. As they landed and made their way to his truck that he had left there, the realization of taking her home was beginning to hit him. She slid in beside him, not able to wait any longer, he pulled her over to him. His firm grasp took her by surprise, " Can, someone may see us, what are you doing." She could barely get the words out, before he covered her mouth with his, setting her body on fire. He kissed her with a demand, telling her how much he wanted her. As their lips parted, he gently let his tongue follow the lines of the lips. Breathless he looked into her eyes, " I certainly hope your mother and sister have that wedding planned. If not we're going to elope." 

She held his hand all the way home, afraid to let go for fear of all those feelings that he had stirred inside her would evaporate. Their connection had been sealed, now they just needed to get the ceremony over with. The thoughts of being his wife now brought such a deeper meaning, as she relived the past 24 hrs in her mind. Those wonderful hours she had spent in his arms had canceled out the remembrance of what Polen and Yigit had done, in fact she hadn't even thought about them. As she let her mind go back, as the image of Polen busting through her door ran fiercely in her mind and all the things she blurted out to her in anger came to life again, it just didn't seem to matter. Can had saved her, in fact he had saved Polen also. As she watched him silently, the frown on his face told her that all that he had gone through to rescue her had taken its toll on him. He would never tell her how he was feeling, especially about Polen, but she was sure the whole scenario was unsettling to him. 

The arrival at her house was nothing short of a celebration. As all the neighbors came to welcome her home. The news of what had happened had traveled all the way from Greece to this small neighborhood. Mevkebe and Nihat had been waiting anxiously for her to come home, ever since Leyla and Erme had relayed the events of what had happened. They couldn't have been more thankful to Can for taking care of their youngest daughter, and relieved that he loved her so much. He stayed for a while to visit, then he was on his way to the agency. But having to leave her was harder than ever, it felt like he was leaving a part of himself. " Sanem I will be here in the morning to pick you up, you can stay with me at the agency, I like knowing you're close by." He whispered in her ear as he kissed her on the cheek. With the whole neighborhood watching, that was the proper thing to do, but not at all what he wanted to do, as the smell of her perfume aroused every inch of his body.

She smiled at him, as his eyes told her how badly he wanted her, " Can, I'll make sure we have a wedding as quickly as we can, I feel the same way about this partings." Her eyes locking with his returning the same feelings of love. Can nodded, " I'm going to hold you to that, the sooner the better." He gave her one last hug and turned to get in his car. She watched as he drove away, her heart as full of love as it could be, more than she knew it could be. As she shut the door to her room, the thought of Polen came rushing in, the look of hatred in her eyes when she busted into Sanem's room. She had a deep feeling that this wasn't the last of her, that Polen had more than just a few pictures of her and Luca to try and ruin their relationship. She fell over on the bed, almost to exhausted by worry to even unpack her bags, then the vision of Can whisked into her head as he had carried her to the shower earlier that day. The thought made her smile as she remembered how her body turned into a more than willing partner in their love tryst. She shuddered as she remembered his lips on her neck and how he had set her on fire....He was more than she even dreamed he would be....and he was hers.

Everyone at the agency was excited to see Can, and happy to know that all was well. Can already missed Sanem within minutes after arriving at his office. She had become such a staple in his life, he wasn't sure if he could make it until their wedding. Emre knocked on his door, " Abi, glad to see you. I guess you got Sanem home ok." He asked as he sat down across from him at the desk. Can nodded his head " Yes,...but Emre, I don't think I've ever been that scared. Polen was like another person, she was saying the most terrible things to Sanem. If her father hadn't been there I really don't know what would have happened." Can leaned back in the chair rubbing his face with his hands. " Well, it's over, that's all that matters." Emre told his brother, hoping he was speaking the truth. 

Can sat up, as he thought back to the last conversation that he had with Polen. How she had threatened him with his photography career and the look of desperation in her eyes...

He looked at his brother..

" I hope it's over, but something deep inside me tells me it's not.......