Erkenci Kus- Remember Love

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Sanem wasn't the only one that slept soundly that night, Can was enjoying the heat of the fire and the warmth of Sanem's body on his skin. Can rolled over and pulled the tiny blanket around them, it only covered their midsection, not that he complained. He loved the feeling of their skin and flesh pressed against each other.

"Let's spend the rest of our lives here?"

"Promise?" her voice was deep and husky, astounding him how sultry it sounded. She snuggled even closer to him, her fingers drawing lines all over his chest.

"Can?"

"Hmm?"

"Just for tonight, can we pretend that we are the only two people who exist. That the past year never happened. That-"

Can pulled Sanem on top of his body, and held her there. He laughed at the surprised and worried look on her face. She was so beautiful, so cute, so innocent that all he wanted was to hide her within himself. Sanem had taken a piece of his heart the first time they kissed and a bit more each time he laid eyes on her. She had taken all of him, but Can didn't think that she realized that. Tonight he felt a different kind of love when their bodies worshiped each other. Today he understood the meaning of making love.

"Can?"

He captured her lips with his own, drowning out her words and hopefully her worries. Tonight this was all that they were going to be, two lovers speaking with their bodies where words failed them. He didn't want to think about anything else but the brown in her eyes, the bow of her lips, the silky touch of her hair between his fingers, and that satisfied sigh she made whenever they kissed.

Sanem always had something to say but this time her mastery of the Turkish language failed her. He was so beautiful, so gentle, so considerate and everything she never knew she needed and wanted. How could a man be so god-like and yet feel the pain that ordinary humans did? When Sanem had finally recovered her power of speech her voice was just a whisper. But she couldn't communicate her fears, he didn't let her. To be honest she would rather have him look at her the way he did now than how he did a few hours before.

Kissing was better than talking anyway.

When morning came Sanem was unable, no unwilling to dislodge herself from Can's side. He was grateful for it. All he hoped for was that when they finally had their conversation, whatever direction it took, she would still want to be glued to his side as she was now.

Can had the best sleep, no nightmares, no staring out in the darkness regretting the decisions he made in life. It was a slumber filled with beautiful dreams and when he opened his eyes a beautiful reality. He looked down at where Sanem pretended to sleep on his chest, she didn't seem ready to face the reality the day and he wasn't going to rush her. He cradled her to his side, stroking his hair.

"Can?"

"Hmmm?"

"I don't have an explanation for you. I don't know how we ended up that way. I didn't know I was pushing you away, I didn't realize I was hurting you. I just really wanted to make my dreams come true and maybe that made me blind to everything."

Can felt her warm teardrop on his chest and it broke his heart even more. "I just wanted to share your dreams with you. I should have handled my suspicions about Yigit differently. Maybe if I have waited ten minutes he wouldn't have taken advantage of you for so long."

"I'm sorry!" They both said.

"Now what?" Sanem asked.

"Now we move forward. I'm not going to influence any of your decisions, but maybe you should find a new publisher."

"I still have the number of the one we met," Sanem tapped her temple, "photographic memory."

After another romantic night in the woods, Sanem and Can went back to the farm. Yigit emerged from Sanem's house and rushed towards them. Sanem's grip on his hand grew tighter as she closed the space between them. She was making a statement, one Yigit didn't seem to want to acknowledge.

Sanem stopped him before he could get any closer. "I try not to regret the decisions I make. I believe that every mistake we make is a lesson, but you are the one thing I regret. If I could erase you from my memory I would. I don't want anything to do with you anymore, you can keep the book but I want out of my contract."

"Sanem I know you're angry," Yigit rushed over his words. "But everything that I did is because I love you."

"Did you read my book Yigit? You could learn a few lessons on what love is. Here's the good news that's just the beginning. Yigit, I'm not angry. I just don't care about you anymore."

Can couldn't help but beam with pride at how Sanem had handled the situation. In one minute she had simplified everything that had them in knots for so long. The best part was she never let go of his hand.

Can didn't have any words to spare for Yigit. After revealing the truth he had stopped being his problem and had become Sanem's. And she handled it very well. Can was happy to see Yigit go, and hoped to never see him again. But just because one problem was solved, didn't mean they were off the hook. For the sake of Sanem and their future, he had to earn her parent's forgiveness. But that was a problem for another day.

Can was in his room stripping off his clothes getting ready for a much-needed bath when Sanem walked in. She leaned against the door frame and watched him with lust-filled eyes. Amused, he decided to toy with her a little. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked past her. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Can I come too?" Sanem slowly unbuttoned her shirt dress and let it slip off her shoulders, her arms and gather at her feet. Can was amused by her boldness, wondering where the timid girl who lay beneath him just two nights ago had disappeared to.

"Are you sure? I might just eat you up." He nuzzled her neck, numbing his wits as passion began to intoxicate him. The sensation her fingers left as they traced the tattoo on his chest left him awash with sensation. It was overwhelming the power she had over him, exciting how she managed to always awake the greedy beast in him.

Sanem didn't need to be coaxed into arousal. Passion swept across her like a wildfire in summer. She walked past him and tossed the words over her shoulder, "I'm not afraid of you."

The next thing she heard was his satisfied growl, felt his arms around her waist, her feet leaving the ground as he tossed her over his shoulder.