34) Aurora

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Disclaimer: mild smut.


"Omer?"

" Yes, dove"

He looks up from the book he's been burying his nose into for a whole hour. If a man can wear a sultry thing, or if Omer could wear something sultry; it would definitely be his glasses. The guy jumps from being the attractive boss to the nerdy guy to a god of seduction in less than a minute and he just sits there as a normal human being.

I let my eyes trail to the dips and hollows of his neck and pecks then abs leading to the v line disappearing through his pants that hang low on his waist.

He arches a brow, a hint of a smile dusting his lips as he monitors me from his cushion across the bed in the hotel room.

Aloof. 

Since what happened at his childhood house, he's been aloof and distant. He did not ignore me at all, but I didn't feel him there. He also avoided touching me beyond my arms and hands. And he hadn't slept at night till now. He had an hour yesterday and it was when I was awake. I also feel him sit next to me when I'm asleep and plays with my hair and touches my arms and stomach and thighs. But he does not get that near when I'm awake.

I pat the bed and he closes the book and removes his glasses then strides towards the bed sitting on its edge. His hair falls in front of his eyes and I reach to brush it away.

"why do you avoid touching me, Omer?"

His eyes flare for the tiniest bit and I see him grit his jaw. I reach out a hand smoothing it on his jaw and he relaxes it and his whole features.

He answers voice low, "I can't forgive myself."

"About what?"

He meets my gaze, "what happened that night."

I quip, "Nothing happened."

"I was going to force you, Aurora. I forced myself on you, how could that be nothing?"

I crawl forward to sit near him, I place a hand on his chest "Omer, you were going through something and I understood every bit of it. Do not blame yourself for something out of your hand. And believe me, I don't think about it that way."

"how did you think about it?" he asks voice raw.

My heart clenches at his guilt, I cup his face looking into his eyes, "I thought that my love is going through a hard moment and he needed me. I thought that you would never hurt me because you love me."

A tear slips from his eyes and I wipe it away as I go on, "let us fix it, Omer. Together. Do not deal with it alone and do not push me away. If you did that, the beautiful thing between us will die. You want that?"

He shakes his head and I nod, "then let us do it together. I wouldn't have hated it anyways." I laugh at the end and he smiles slowly.

"And stop sitting away. Stop this... Not touching thing!" I say frustrated and he bites at the inside of his cheek. I grab his hands and wrap them around me as I sit in his lap.

He looks up at me in awe and I raise my brows waiting for a response. He lets out an exhale, "how could you be so perfect. "he whispers, I look at his lips and lick mine. His gaze snaps to my lips too, I open my mouth breathing softly "you haven't kissed me in two days. "

He hums still looking at my lips, I grip his shoulders and he looks at my eyes again.

" I was punishing myself" he murmurs, I tilt my head then say "I kissed you when you were sleeping." I bite my lower lip, he sucks in a breath "always a cheater, dove." I nod still biting my lips, "don't bite your lips, baby. I want to do that."

"then what's stopping you?" I lean in teasing him with my lips inches away from his. "stop teasing, dove." I shake my head, "I won't till you stop keeping your hands to yourself." I nod at his hands barely touching my waist.

He grips my waist, I click my tongue pouting my lips as I give his hair attention lacing my fingers through it. He grips harder squeezing the flesh, I tut again as I dip my head to his neck placing a feather-like kiss. His arms flex and his breath starts to uneven. I smirk down at him as I grind myself against his hardness.

A low growl releases from his throat and he grips the back of my head slamming our mouths together. He laces his fingers through my hair craning my neck to get better access to my mouth. Suddenly it turns to a heated make out and we're a tangle of lips and tongues. 

We both grip at each other hungrily, greedy for each other's bodies. I push him on the bed and lean above him, my hair falls around us as a curtain then he grips my face molding our lips again. His tongue dances with mine and his hands trail down my back to grip my ass. I moan when he squeezes my butt cheeks and grind against him as a low groan vibrates his chest.

"Aurora" he whispers my name like a prayer guiding my hips against his bulge. I lean in kissing him again sloppy this time then trail down kissing my way to his pecks, his scar, his abs till the top of his pants then go up to his neck again. 

He sits up and I pull back looking into his eyes, "can-can I- he nods rapidly and I find his sensitive spot sucking on it. He threads a hand through my hair massaging my scalp as the other grips my ass then up my spine till my breast as he cups it from under his shirt that I'm wearing.  

"Fuck, dove. " a low moan comes out of him and I go back to kissing him. I pull back smiling shyly then dart my tongue out licking his lips like he did before. 

He closes his eyes gripping me and falls on his back on the mattress with me on top of him. I giggle and he stays for a while trying to get a grip on his breathing.

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