Early Bird (Erkençi Kus)(Part 1)

24. In Can's room...again...

Luck was never on Sanem's side it would seem, as outside, Can was feeling sticky and sniffed at his shirt. It was starting to bother him, the smoke of the grill clinging to the fabric.

"What's up big brother?" Emre claps him on the back and he turns. "How's the party?"

"Superb," Can grins and nods around before the smell hits him again. "I'm stinky."

"You said it not me."

"My clothes asshole," Can elbows him and then pulls at the shirt, frowning. "I'm going to change. I'll be back." He hands Emre his glass. "Here."

"But I have one?" Emre looks at it in question, asking what he should do with it.

"Just hold on to it!" Can yells back as he walks to the house.

Emre laughs and takes a sip just to find out what Can had in there. The straight tequila in the juice makes him cough and winces in disgust. "Gross," he gags, putting Can's glass aside and returning to listening to the music.

*

Sanem paced the room next to Can's bed, pulling at the shirt she was in. She sits down, stands up, and sits down again. So far it was going well but she didn't want to push it. The dryer needed to hurry up. She looks worriedly at the door and bites on her thumb nail.

Getting up again, she starts to walk back and forth again. That's when she hears the voices. Right outside in the hallway.

"Mr Can - " Rifat was saying and she stops, her mouth popping open. No!

"Rifat, is Deren okay?"

"Yes, yes, I gave her her coffee, she's lying down right now. She'll come to soon enough."

Sanem runs to the dryer to check the time and then grabs her small purse. At least he won't see that. She runs the other way through the room to the door.

"Will you keep an eye outside for a while?"

"Of course."

"Thank you, sorry for bothering you, I know you must be tired."

"It's no problem Mr Can," Rifat tuts and Can chuckles. "You know I love company. You're tired," he jokes.

Sanem stands in the door, peeking out. What was she going to do? She can't run around in nothing but a large T-shirt with a house full of people! What was she thinking? Rushing back into the room she looks around in panic. "Again! I'm going to be in here with him again! Only this time I'll be caught!"
At least last time he didn't see her until she was almost out the back door. She was stuck.

The door to the room opens and Sanem dives in behind the bed.

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Can walks into his room, going through to the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water run. He takes off the offending shirt and then stops when he hears his dryer beep. Frowning, he looks at the open door of the built in laundry closet.

The timer was set to 6 minutes and he looks to the left just when a flash of white catches his eye, slowly moving away from the bathroom and coming up from the floor next to his bed. He moves to catch up with it and his eyebrows shoot up when he does.

"Sanem?"

She freezes, her hands opening and closing into fists at her sides. She turns tp face him and a held breath leaves her lips as she stares at him sheepishly.

He still has his removed shirt in his hand and he looks her up and down. His heart skips two beats at her in nothing but his shirt but he hides it well enough. She also looks wet. He frowns at her roughly dried hair.