Sadalsuud - A Collection of #EdSer OneShots

Volume 03 - *mature*

MIDNIGHT

Serkan watched as she stood in the middle of the gazebo. The curtains fluttered around her adding a sense of mystery and sensuality to her ethereal beauty. She called for him like a siren and he was all but a lost sailor out in the ocean, pulled in by her magnetic nature.

"So, you're the package Leyla was sending me," he said as he walked closer to her.

The vision of Eda smiling nervously at him was like a fantasy coming true.

Serkan swallowed a thick lump in his throat as he took in her outfit. That slip was sinful – it looked almost liquid as it hung about her curves. The straps were so narrow that he got the distinct impression that if he were to slip the straps off her shoulders; the entire thing might slide off of her and pool at her feet.

"Eda," he said in a strained voice as he reached her.

His heart thudded against his chest when she placed her hands on his chest; her warmth seeping through and burning his soul. His hands immediately latched onto her waist to ground themselves as his senses were overwhelmed by her.

She looked up at him, eyes glittering impishly, the anger and jealousy from earlier that day all but a distant memory.

"You are my breath too," she said, echoing his words from that morning.

(I can't breathe when you're not around.)

He stared at her in silence for several seconds before he swallowed hard and forced himself to open his mouth.

"I was out of line," he finally said in a low voice.

Her eyebrows furrowed and then arched.

"You were," she agreed.

Serkan's shoulders slumped and he gave a tired sigh, "This," he said, gesturing between them, "You," he amended. "You make me do things, feel things I have never before, and I—"

"Finish your sentence," she admonished with a gentle, playful smile.

He sighed and tugged her closer so that their hips were pressed together. "Italy is your dream."

She blinked at him, her expression still visibly hurt and defensive from his earlier accusations.

"It is."

"But you are mine," he admitted, almost carelessly as he punctuated his statement with a shrug.

Eda looked at him, wide-eyed and bewildered. Her joy was still there but he could tell that she was overwhelmed with shock; more so than when he had confessed he was madly in love with her. Her eyes were so large he could practically see himself in the reflection.

"What?" She asked, and he wanted to be insulted by her disbelief. He really did. But he couldn't blame her reaction.

"I've bought a house in Italy and rented an office space. Leyla is finalising the purchase as we speak." He swallowed, gripping tighter onto her waist to hide his nervousness. "We will need to hire employees and the logistics will be a headache — it won't be an easy task but it's what I want. For us."

The bewilderment in Eda's expression suddenly faded and became replaced by a look both pensive yet brimming with love.

She momentarily broke eye contact and looked down – that split second was enough to make his heart drop to his stomach. What if she didn't want this? But then she looked back up at him, her eyes burning with desire and love.