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

Chapter 7: : Aşık Öldüm ("I Fell in Love")

At the end of Chapter 6:  (Sanem) I grabbed his head in my hands and our mouths crashed together in an explosive kiss. My lips parted eagerly and his tongue swept inside my mouth. He cupped the back of my head in one hand and deepened the kiss. My leg climbed up to wrap around his waist. I tried to ease the fire burning in me by rocking my hips into his when we both heard the door open. Can pushed me further into the shadows. "Leave your light on and the window open," he whispered raggedly in my ear. Then he disappeared into the night.

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Sanem's POV:

I rushed home and made sure all the other lights in the house were turned off. Thankfully Ayhan and the help had gone to bed so I didn't have to explain my sudden need to live in darkness. I went up to my room and turned on a small lamp and moved it by the window. Thinking about him here, his big body in my small bed, made my stomach clench, my breath catch in my throat, and my heart race.

I spent precious minutes agonizing about what to wear. I didn't keep any clothes at this house since I hardly ever visited. All of the pajamas I brought with me were decidedly un-sexy. I began to imagine all the worldly, sophisticated women Can had dated. They undoubtedly had equally sophisticated wardrobes full of sexy lingerie. In my mind, they were also experienced and knew all sorts of seductive techniques to keep a man like him satisfied. What did I know? I was a virgin who barely knew how to kiss!

Before I worked myself into an anxious knot, I quickly changed into my flannel pajamas. I reminded myself that he didn't seem to be too particular when it came to my wardrobe. He always looked at me like I was wearing nothing. My face flamed at the thought. Then I waited, anxiously pacing back and forth in front of the window.

I didn't know what I was going to say to him because nothing had changed. I was tired of fighting this incessant need to be with him, to see him and touch him. After an hour had passed, I felt my spirits plummet when I realized he wasn't coming after all.

I dozed off sitting in a chair by the bed. The shadows drifted and the night wore on when I felt the atmosphere become charged as it always did when he was near. My eyes snapped open and I quickly sat up and saw him standing by the window. He was hiding in the shadows, watching me sleep. He must have turned off the lamp because I could not see him clearly. The moonlight coming through the curtains limned his body, making him look ethereal.

"I wasn't going to come. I stood under your window trying to talk myself out of it," he said in a low voice.

As always, my body responded to his nearness in the only way it knew. Jumping to my feet, I walked around the bed, heedlessly bumping into the frame in my haste to get to him.

"No. Stay there," he said roughly.

I stopped an arm's length away from him. "Why?" I breathed, feeling hurt.

"I can't think when you're near me," he said. His voice a rough whisper in the dark. "Are you engaged?" he asked me unexpectedly.

"No!" I quickly answered.

"But you will be," he said flatly. I heard the note of vulnerability and pain he was trying desperately to hide with his rigid stance and folded arms.

"No," I said, approaching him slowly as I would a wild, hurt animal. He backed up a little and eyed me warily. "I'm not engaged. Things are complicated right now, but I don't plan to marry him."

I moved closer to him but the hardness I saw in his eyes and his tightly clenched jaw told me he wasn't going to budge. He was silently building a wall so I decided to scale it. Going up on my tiptoes, I pressed a soft kiss to his stern mouth. He didn't respond but his sharp intake of breath told me he wasn't immune to my kiss, even though his arms still remained folded between us on his chest.