Can Yaman International Presents: Aşk ve Gurur~ Love and Pride

Chapter 5: Albatros ("Albatross")

At the end of Chapter 4:  (Sanem's POV)  But I didn't care. I had this night and this man, and for once I would take what I wanted. And as he put his jacket on me and fitted a helmet on my head, I cupped his face in my hands and said, "Just for tonight I just want to be Can and Sanem. I don't want reality. I want to live in a dream." He took my hands and kissed my knuckles reverently. I climbed on the back of his motorcycle in my too-short dress, probably flashing everyone but I didn't care. I wrapped my hands around his waist, leaned my face against his broad back, and for the first time in my life, I felt free.

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Sanem's POV:

Can stopped at a street cart and bought tea and sandwiches. He remarked, "I bet you've never eaten from a food truck." "Never!" I said. "My mother would faint if she saw me eating on the street like this. Scandalous!"

I smiled with sheer joy and Can almost choked on his tea. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile like that," he said. "If only I had known that bad çay would be the key to your heart." "Now you know." I beamed at him.

His smile dawned like the sunrise and my heart swelled.

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"What is this place?"

"My cabin. It's not much," he said as he opened the double doors. He looked so boyishly unsure of himself, my heart squeezed in my chest.

"It's charming," I said smiling, enjoying seeing his thunderstruck look every time I smiled at him. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I'll never get tired of seeing you smile," he whispered in my ear making me shiver. "If you want, I have something here that you can wear. Not that you don't look amazing wearing my jacket," he said in all seriousness.

I laughed and he hugged me again. His suit jacket swallowed me up entirely and I was sure I looked like a kid playing dress-up. But the way he looked at me, it was obvious that he liked what he saw, and I loved being wrapped in his delicious scent.

"What's this?" I asked, pulling out three stones from one of the pockets. I had become curious when I felt something clicking around inside his jacket while I was holding on for dear life riding behind him on his motorcycle.

"Moonstones. I'll tell you the story one day."

He handed me some clothes from a drawer, closed the doors and left me to change. When I came back outside clad in his shirt and shorts, he was nowhere to be found. Waiting for him to come back, I looked around the room and my attention was snagged by his impressive record collection. I looked through them and decided this would be a night of firsts for me. I chose a record and began to dance for the first time with complete abandon, outside under the moon.

After several minutes, an awareness crept in that I was not alone. I knew he was there. But for once in my life, I wasn't self-conscious and let him watch me dance until the song ended. He stood outside the cabin holding a bundle of wood and looked stunned at what he was seeing. When the song ended, I stepped back inside and changed the record to a slow song. Reaching my hands out to him, I said, "Dance with me, Bad King."

He dropped the bundle heedlessly to the ground and had me in his arms between one breath and the next. I placed my head on his chest and listened to his racing heart as we slowly swayed together to the music.

"Bad King?" he asked after a moment.

"Yes. The Bad King is gorgeous and he knows it. He's also a thief of hearts, leaving a trail of broken ones wherever he goes. Plus, the bad guy is always more interesting and much better looking than the prince."