The light in my darkness ✅

🌕CHAPTER 29🌑

Caroline's point of view

A fear wash over me, come to think of it, that shouldn't happen because I've killed someone. I rubbed my arm over the hoodie. My eyes searched the area and I heard him steps towards me and then he hugged me to him.

Hug me

I shivered and my senses seems to rise. All of a sudden I can hear clearly, see the road, since we are standing in a open garage, feel his presence, like feel and oh smell. Lord.
I remembered earlier in the bedroom. Heat rises to my cheeks. The gunshots far from my mind.

A vibrate echoed between us, his phone. He pulled apart from me and took the call.

"Volkan?"

I turned and look at him. He swallowed. His black eyes seem to get darker. How is that even possible ?

"What the fuck did you do?"

The way he said 'fuck ' shoots heat through me.

Heat? Didn't I just shiver ?

"This is America for fuck sake man. I'm coming."

He shoved  the phone in his short pocket and give my confusing face a direct look.

"I'm sorry Caroline, but I have to run, maybe a next time."

He steps towards me and pull the hoodie from my head.

"Is everything okay?" I asked curiously .

"Don't worry about it. Get something to eat. Goodnight."

"Goodnight? Are you going to sleep out?" Call me curious, even nosy, but I wondered why he wouldn't return tonight. Especially since it's my first night here. It seems like Volkan was the one who fired the shots. Maybe it is already reported to the station.

"Was it Volkan?" I watch him stiffened and I knew it. It was Volkan.

His hand halfway to my hair freezes. Why is he coming so near me every chance he gets ?

"Yeah it was, but don't worry about it."

He dismiss me and before I open my mouth again he was walking towards his car. He open the door, get in, honk the horn and it's like to the world started to end somewhere; due to how fast he drove off. I watch until his car was out of sight.

Hot and cold. That's the definition of him. It confuses me. I may be on new grounds when it comes to a man being all over me and am allowing him, but am not a idiot. Or am I? How can I be so sure if this is my first time? Plus he wasn't all over me. He was half all over me. Not even half because his lips didn't touch mine.

"Oh damn," I muttered. I drag fingers through my natural curly hair in frustration. I have to get it flatten soon. I haven't done that in ages. Flat iron my hair. I'm a girl and he is a man. If he didn't find me attractive he wouldn't have touched me the way he did. Why the hell did he even touched me? To proof a point .

"Are you not afraid out here?" My whole body tense. Even my hand got stuck in my hair as soon as I heard the word 'Are'. I had stood looking into the night with my hands in my hair and my thoughts loud in my head. I noticed that the houses are scattered across from each other. A few mansions too, but Talat's look nothing alike, especially the inside; inside screams his culture.

I swung around my head, the hair was the first thing that caught my eyes. Long black hair. Her eyes looked swollen you could  see from the garage lights that  beauty struck .

Who is this?

She wore a blue set of pajamas and held a cigar between her fingers.

A throaty chuckle escape the person's lips.