The Promise

38) Omer

Two weeks passed after our last incident, our meetings and sessions are somehow stable; no teasing or playing with each other again. We spent them between the sessions and her dancing classes also, she started attending workshops in Elena's agency.

She's back to being dry again, but that's not a problem that I can't handle. The real problem is her starting to burn out; I can feel it and we're still at the beginning of the year.

Also, I made Crew stop following her after her outburst. I don't want to make her feel like I don't trust her.

"Omer?" her voice gets my attention as she calls from her spot at the couch in the office, this too has been her spot. She started spending all her time in the company here on that couch with the little table she preferred to a normal desk; calling it 'adorable, just like me', not that I disagree, but she's so stubborn.

She says she doesn't want me close, but spends the majority of her day with me in the office by choice. Her mouth says stuff and her eyes and actions always say something else.

"Yes, dove?"

She grabs her papers and stands coming my way, "Look, I don't understand what this means."

I overlook her papers and explain them to her, she nods "Yes, I get it now" She starts going back to her spot then stops midway.

"Omer?" I smile at my name; it feels so good hearing it from her lips and hearing it in the first place for many years.

I lean back taking off my glasses, "Hmm?"

"I want driving lessons."

"Granted."

She smiles so brightly, "And Spanish too".

"Done, but dove you already have a lot up your sleeve. Can you handle it?"

"I want to learn a lot of things, Omer. I feel I have so little time" she sighs, approaching to sit atop my desk.

"You have all the time, dove; but you're burning yourself out."

She nods and says, "I know, I just find it as an opportunity."

"It is, prioritize your concerns and act upon that"

"How did you attend two faculties?"

I smile, "I wanted to open a marketing agency so, I attended business when I finished foreign languages school." she widens her eyes,

"You entered foreign languages school? Why attend in the first place?"

I grimace, "My father wanted." I clip.

Understanding wash over her face and she nods, "Did you like it even?".

If it was someone else, I would've changed the topic or not opened it in the first place, but with her, my heart aches to tell her everything.

"It wasn't about like, dove. It was an order; I had to".

She nods again, this time she reaches out her hands and I place mine in hers instantly enjoying her softness.

I look at them and frown, "Your hands are always cold dove."

She smiles and shakes her head, "No, this is about you. We won't be comforting me today."

I smile too understanding, "You don't hate me now?"

She laughs, "No, not today." She says rubbing my hand and placing it on her thigh frowning, "I don't hate you, Omer."

"I know, dove" she looks up, "How do you?"

I cup her face with my other hand and she leans in, "Your eyes speak".

She grabs the hand on her face, "Omer, I don't want to hurt you".

"You won't, dove."

She shakes her head, "I already am, don't act like I'm not."

"Then hurt me, I've already endured all kinds of pain; yours will be the best."

"I'm being serious."

"I am too."

She sighs eyes softening, "Tell me, Omer".

I understand what she means, but my tongue can't talk. I try to tell her everything with my eyes, I try to form a mental bridge; anything so she can know without me saying anything.

My breath catches as I remember, she reaches out climbing off the desk and getting closer, "Can I?" she asks, I nod and she wraps her hands around me; resting my head on her chest just above her heart.

I close my eyes enjoying her presence and warmth, she places her hands in my hair and on my back patting on it. I smile at her small hands' feeling on it.

"I'm here" she whispers and that's all I need.