“You'll be the one
Make me hurt, make me come
Make me feel like I'm real
And alive”“Grow Old With Me” by Tom Odell is the song for this chapter. I love how upbeat it is, and the lyrics just fit so perfectly that it was hard to choose one phrase as a summary.
-Him-
They had decided to get married in September, which only really gave them two months to plan everything. It was a busy time, what with Sanem working on getting her book published and him in the thick of it at the agency. He didn’t mind having a busy schedule if it meant he could marry her sooner. Even waiting the two months felt unnecessary, but she wanted a quaint mahalle wedding, and a happy wife was a happy life. He tried to remind himself that they had only known each other for just over a year, and were together even less time. Still, when you meet your soulmate it’s hard to wait.
Fortunately for him, she had been in the building almost every day since getting her book deal. They met up for lunch regularly and he got caught up on the wedding plans. He wasn’t one of those grooms that was totally hands off, but he knew that she wanted things a certain way, so he let her choose most things. Her mother and the women of the neighborhood had planned a banquet meal, her sister was helping her design a dress that would be made by the local seamstress, and her father, Osman, and Muzo were sourcing the food and décor. He was in charge of his and Emre’s suits, the invitations, and accommodations for out of town guests. He also had one or two tricks up his sleeve, but those wouldn’t be revealed until the actual wedding day.
Even though they saw each other more often, he had grown very frustrated with their lack of alone time. He knew she was feeling it too. She was normally very shy and modest about anything more than hand holding in public, but lately when she came to meet him in his office she would go straight for a kiss on the lips with no shame whatsoever.
She was due to meet him soon actually. Thoughts of kissing her were distracting him from the task at hand. He really needed to get this finalized before the wedding…“Merhaba? Earth to Can?” Metin waved his hand in front of his face.
“Yeah yeah. I’m back.”he shook his head and refocused his eyes on the document that his lawyer and best friend had placed in front of him.
“Good, because you really need to get this finalized before the wedding…” Metin trailed off when he felt Can’s eyes burn a hole through him. “Tamam. Just read through this section here and if you agree then sign your life away.”
He read and signed his life away. He was hoping it would be a long and happy life though.
“Merhaba Sanem!” his head snapped up when he heard Metin welcome her into his office.
“See you tomorrow Metin.” he discreetly pushed the folder of papers to his friend and ushered him out.
Metin kissed her cheeks in simultaneous welcome and farewell. He could tell that she was happy he had rekindled his friendship with his oldest friend. He had gotten in better touch with Akif as well, and it made him feel so much more like himself to have his best friends back in his life. Not to mention they had some interesting ideas for the bachelor party. Some of them he already vetoed. He only had eyes for one woman, but alcohol and good music were definitely still on the list.
It was his turn to kiss her. “Are you hungry my love?”
“Yes. Always.” judging by her tone she was hungry for more than one thing.
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Fiksi Penggemar"But I would rather feel the sting Than never to have felt a thing I'll always know you were the one To rip me from the ground"