To Get There

Chapter 12

Warning 🔞: mature contents are present. Don't read it if this type of content makes you feel uncomfortable.

Eda's POV

Every word that the story of Serkan dragged with it was a blow to my heart: knowing this part of him, which I had realized to be a part that he kept hidden for fear of rekindling that pain, was a great test of the trust that he was giving me.

Just as I trusted him by revealing to him what I had experienced the night of the robbery, so he trusted me.

I could feel my heart beating frantically in my chest and I could feel that fucking feeling closed in my chest that was quivering with the desire to touch his skin, to kiss his lips and get lost in the fucking eyes of that man who forced himself to look like a devil.

Pull yourself together, Eda.

I whispered to myself. And I kept telling myself that, even after he gave me that breakfast of pleasure and I saw him walk away, towards his room, with that hard butt facing me.

A girl needs to look.

I finished my breakfast, satisfied with the way my day had started well, and took a shower before getting ready for work.

That night, Efe would return from his business trip to the coast and my days as a roommate with Serkan would be over.

Fortunately, I could have spent at least part of the afternoon with him because Efe was expected to arrive late in the evening and, although we lived in two different apartments, I was sure that he would come to check that everything was fine at my house.

I was sure of this because I had harassed him with calls, asking him specifically when he would return to spend as much time as possible with Serkan.

But Serkan shouldn't have known about it.

Yet, it was Serkan himself who told me that I should stay for dinner and he would drive me back to my house after dinner.

Interesting.

Serkan and I left our respective rooms at the same time, even though I found myself sleeping in his room again that night.

I immediately noticed that in Serkan's eyes, there was an expression that I could not decipher and I hoped with all my heart that he would not repeat his behavior the previous morning.

"Serkan... is everything okay?"

"Eda, please it's not the right time..."

Serkan looked up and found my eyes already stretched toward him and he realized he had probably spoken impulsively.

I looked down, and tried to walk down the corridor to the kitchen: I didn't want to argue, so I preferred to defuse.

His fingers wrapped around my wrist and his other hand anchored around my opposite elbow, bringing our chests to collide: his breath was blowing on the skin of my face and I could feel his heart beating so hard that I was afraid it might explode inside his chest.

And it was at that moment that I could read something in his eyes: fear? Uncertainty? Hesitation in telling me something?

"Eda... I'm sorry. I was an idiot, again. And I want to apologize to you for being an idiot yesterday, and for being an idiot now. It's just..."

"Serkan..."

I murmured, lifting my lips and aligning them with his.

"No, I mean it, Eda. I'm sorry."

My lips lifted in a shy smile because I was not accustomed to the sweetness of a man who had always been rude and an asshole in the ways he interacted with me.