“when you go quiet
and won't let your guard down
i hear through the silence
that you're tryin' to figure it out
you're tryin' to make me proud
believe me now
baby to the moon, and back
i still love you more than that”
This chapter’s song is “Moon and Back” by Alice Kristiansen.
-Her-
“CAN?! Ne yapiyorsun?!”
He flashed her a brilliant smile. It reminded her so much of the daydream she had so many months ago, except now it wasn’t summer, or the morning. It was nearly the middle of the night and it was freezing.
“I came to see you.”
Would he quit smiling like that?! It was super distracting.
“Get in before someone sees you!” his gorgeousness couldn’t distract her from the threat of neighborhood gossip.
“You gonna help me out here?” he held his arms out, palms up in question.
“Bir saniye.” she popped back inside to figure something out. When she climbed down this very same window over the Summer she had used her sheets tied end to end to make a rope like she was in some old-time action movie. It would have to do.
She threw down her sheet-rope after she secured it to the sturdiest post of her bed.
“Really?” he had a very skeptical look on his face.
She shook her head at him and turned her palm up like: What else am I supposed to do?
He shrugged and pulled on the rope to test it. It was a good thing she was sitting on the bed to weigh it down, because even as it was the whole bed moved and thudded against the wall when he started climbing in earnest. She sucked air through her teeth in a hiss of concern. She just hoped her parents didn’t hear anything. It’s not like she could really do anything to help him. Besides, he was more than capable. When she peeked out of her window to see that he was almost to the top she also saw the muscles in his arms straining against the seams of his jacket.
Yep, he still has that effect on me. She pulled back and took a second to shut her eyes and collect herself.
She heard an annoyed grunt and whipped her head around to look. She saw the crown of his head pop through the window but then he stopped.
“Can?” what was the problem?
“Move the bed so I can get in.” he said through gritted teeth. Was he just holding himself up on the window sill?
“Oh!” she moved as quickly as she could with a tender wrist and ankle.
She helped him squeeze through the window. Between the bed frame being in the way and the width of his shoulders, she was surprised he made it.
They both stood up straight once he was through, just breathing hard, staring at each other.
He was really there, standing in her room. They’d only been alone in her room once before very briefly when he was scouting a location for their “Erkençi Kuş” commercial. He was already a big man, but for some reason he seemed huge in her small bedroom.
“You know Osman and Baba would kill you if they saw you, don’t you?” why was she so breathless?
“It’d be worth it.” his smile was absolutely sinful.
As was the rest of him. He had been hitting the gym hard recently and even though he was wearing a sweater and a jacket she could tell . And the way he shimmied up her makeshift rope to get into her room? Allah Allah .
“Um, do you want to sit with me?” she gestured to her daybed.
“Yeah, let me help.” he righted the bed and pulled her sheet-rope up and shut the window.
She sat down and watched him untie and fold up the sheets for her. She’d never seen him do anything so domestic like that (besides cooking) and it just really struck her for some reason. It’s funny how much we don’t know about each other.
He set the linens on her desk and sat down next to her. Why was she so nervous? It was just Can. But she had only seen him for an hour in a total of 6 weeks, and most of that time she just watched him sleep.
Their knees were brushing and it sent sparks shooting through her whole body.
“Can I touch you? Um, I mean, can I hold your hand?” he was nervous too.
She turned a little and put both hands in his open palms. “Yes.” she smiled.
He was gripping tight and rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. Somehow she could feel how much he was restraining himself from touching her more than that. He was trying to be on his best behavior.
She smiled up at him in amusement. He looked like a puppy dog anticipating a treat. The thought made her giggle and smile wider.
“Hi.” she didn’t know what else to say.
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