Chapter Nine

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Can had outdone himself, the smell from the kitchen was heavenly. From the look of the outside table and the lights on the trees, he had been busy all afternoon with the preparations. It was all so lovely, it took her breath away, bringing back memories from the night she first told him she was in love with him. He was very proud of the way things looked and even more proud to bring the food to the table. He knew she would love it, he made sure he fixed what she liked most. Pasta with that delectable creamy white sauce with mushrooms and peppers, that always made her mouth water, along with a salad and a red wine. He had to smile as he popped the cork on the wine bottle, remembering all the times she had drank too much. But this time he wouldn't let that happen, he wanted her to be sober and know what was going on, he didn't want her to miss a thing...

At first she refused that glass of wine, but then she decided she might need it must to settle her nerves a bit. He obliged, pouring her a glass, as they relaxed by the pool. " Can, you made everything so beautiful, even he food is gorgeous, and thank you for making my favorite dish." She replied as she looked around at all the lights. He had turned it into a magical place, but he always did have a flair for the romantic. He bowed to her, " Anything for you my lady, and this is just the beginning." He spoke, as he held her eyes with his, making her feel like he was looking straight into her heart. She felt the heat rise to her face and she knew she must be blushing, as she turned away to catch her breath. He always had such an effect on her, without even trying, he could reduce her to a puddle of mush, and he knew it. 

The meal was delicious, and Can was charming and attentive as they ate. He was full of questions, asking about her job and how she got along with Metin, " So exactly how long have you worked for Metin, did he help you through your injuries after the accident." He quizzed her, feeling a sense of guilt as he asked about it. It was still a topic he wasn't at ease talking about. But he needed to find out as much as he could about the relationship between Metin and Sanem. Sanem paused, a little curious about the conversation, " No, he didn't help me through it, he visited me after I came home, but only a couple of times. He would call and check on me about once a week. But after I was able to get around better he convinced me to come to work for him, that was about 6 months ago." She told him. Can shook his head, "Oh it's great you were able to help him out, but what about your writing, are you not writing." Can asked. Sanem smiled, " I am, but just not a often as I would like, it's hard after a long day at work to come home and stare at a notebook. My inspiration seems a bit laxed so I haven't made much progress with the book. But I intend to keep working on it, and Metin always encourages me to keep up with it." Sanem stated, her voice full of praise for her friend. 

Can ran those words over and over in his head they finished their dinner, he was sure that Sanem had no idea that Metin was interested in her,  and not just as a friend. This would be a hard subject to discuss with Metin, and he could see where they may not come to the best conclusion. He thought of Omer, he wondered if he even knew that Metin had these feelings for Sanem, probably not because he didn't know Metin as well as he did. Can knew Metin as well as he knew himself, and he respected him.  The touch of Sanems hand on his arm brought him out of his deep thoughts, " Can, hey are you ok, what are you thinking about?" She asked, looking at him with concern. He smiled, feeling his heat rise just from the touch of her hand,  "Sorry, yes i'm fine, I was just daydreaming, remembering our past, and how much better I feel when I'm around you." He said, surprised at how easily and quickly those words just came tumbling out of his mouth, as if he had rehearsed them. She smiled, feeling that warm slow burn in the pit of her stomach, and that tingle that ran up her back. These were the feelings that only Can Divit could stir inside her

She composed herself, " I asked if you had a chance to visit the agency today, you said you might." She spoke, feeling the need to change the subject.  " Ahh, yes I did, not much has changed. A couple of new employees, and I had lunch with Deren." He replied. She smiled, " I see, and CeyCey, how is he. I bet he was happy to see you."  He shook his head, " Yes, he was, almost as much as I was to see him." Sanem laughed, that was a sound that Can had missed more than anything, it filled his heart and made him want her even more. Sanem had missed her friend, CeyCey had always been a person she could count on. From the very beginning he was the one that protected her and kept her secrets, even when he was pressured. Maybe she would call him and they could get together for lunch, she hadn't thought of going to the agency to visit, it brought back to many bad memories.

Can reached for her plate, " Are you done, I'll take it for you. Was the pasta good, I hope it was, I made it just the at you like it." He inquired, as he moved over closer to her to retrieve her plate. Her breath caught as the closness of him sent a wave of desire through her..she nodded, " Yes, it was delicious, I always love your food." She said as they made eye contact. He had that look that made her shiver, as she struggled to look away. He stood there for a second, not wanting to move away from her, as the smell of her perfume circled his head making him feel dizzy. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She couldn't understand why she was as so nervous, she felt like she was on a first date. When actually that couldn't have been further from the truth. This was a man she knew inside and out, someone that she had been alone with many times. But this time seemed different, maybe they had changed, what if they both had different ideas of what they wanted from each other now. The thought of that alone terrified her, she needed him, but not in the same way she needed him before. She watched him through the window in the kitchen, he was just as handsome, just as charming, just as attentive to her as he had always been, so...maybe it was her.

She may have changed, there were a lot of physical changes that she had to cope with, but she didn't think she felt any different about him than she did before.. Her heart still fluttered when she saw him, her heart still raced when he spoke her name, her stomach still churned at the slightest touch from him..... Yes, she still loved him.. 

Who was she kidding?...this man was her soulmate, she thought as she watched him walk toward her, and there was nothing she could do about that....

He was the only person that she would ever love......she smiled shyly as she realized, .....

No I  haven't changed, I just love him more......



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