This story is about unrequited love finding its final haven❤️❤️
About two beautiful people who fight against their own egos, against all odds to find their love in their lover's arms❤️❤️
Come..... fall in love❤️❤️
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"Defne??! Iyi misin?? Are you ok? Dur dur dur... stop, stop stop! Let me come and help you... Oh God! How did you bump into this thing?? When did you come?? And where are you rushing off to like that??" Omer asked a tad impatiently! Though at heart, he was overjoyed to see her, Defne for the second time, the same day.
"Omer!! Can you get this thing off my back?? Please?" Groaned Defne in pain!
"Tabi...! Of course, here you go..." He quickly took the figurine off of her back and put it out of their way and gently picked her up from the floor, in his arms and plopped her on the sofa, much to her protest and much to his inner joy for being able to lift her up and hold her close to his body, his chest, albeit for a few nano seconds!! He was loving it!! When did she come and how did he not know while he was inside the house all along... he wondered!
When she winced with pain, he again lifted her, ignoring her angered wide-eyed looks, and took her to the wooden dining table and perched her on top of it, so he could take a closer look at her wound.
"Are you alright... ?" He asked now, feeling and sounding full on concerned.
Evet! "I am ok! It hurts a little, but I am fine! She muttered under her breath and got up to leave when her hip, all in its agony made her shriek with a sharp, shooting pain. He ordered her to sit down and went to find the first aid box. She looked up to see him rummagethrough the cupboards, not knowing exactly where the first aid kit was, she then asked him to look at the first cupboard, bottom shelf. He looked and lo... it was there; He dished it out with an amused grin. This was more her territory than his, he wryly thought! He fetched a bowl of hot water, and some wash cloths and asked her to roll her sweater up. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her marble like skin, the one that he had been fantasizing about not too long ago!
Keeping his emotions and fantasies under check, he started cleaning the wound to her soft moans which sounded kinda erotically musical to his ears. Again, shifting a bit, he cleaned it up well, gently patted it dry and gingerly put a band-aid on it. And unrolled the sweater and his hands lightly stayed put on her baby pink sweater.
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She sighed and thanked him and got up slowly, his hands were still on either side of her, now a tad firmly. She couldn't move. He had inched a bit closer, and was breathing in the floral scent of her hair, when she asked softly, almost in a bare whisper.
"Omer, I need to go..."
"Please stay! I need to talk to you", He impulsively added.
Now, tears stung her eyes, as she softly added, without turning, for fear of showing him her teary eyes.
"What??!!"
"Defne.... I miss you!! Yes, I admit, I miss you terribly. I am still not convinced about the things you did and said. But, ever since I met you this afternoon, I am not being myself! I know I am being selfish, but can't you stay a bit and have a cup of coffee with me, so we can talk?? Lütfen! Please Defne?"
