Falling Like The Stars (English Version)

It was written

They had been out of the pool for more than an hour, dry, doing absolutely nothing, just looking at the ceiling of Hande's room, each thinking of something different.

It was almost night, Kerem was exhausted from so much being in the sun and water and running after Hande's dogs and with Hector's bonus, getting ready together. He had gone to her house to spend the day and practice the script, but until that moment, they hadn't done anything they had planned.

Hande was also distracted in her thoughts, after a pleasant day, beside the last person she would think, to be passing by. It was like a peaceful day in the middle of a hurricane or a cold day in a time of intense summer. The fact that they were side by side, sprawled on the floor of her room, wrapped in a pleasant silence, as if they were on a very comfortable foot of the relationship, where you don't have to be talking all the time, because you just know, it shocked her in a way that made her look to the side and face the man's distracted face, with which she had established this intense connection, which touches the inexplicable.

- How about an "was meant to be", it was written. - suddenly Kerem replied.

Hande continued to stare at Kerem, wondering if he could read minds.

- Do you read minds now? - Her smile increased when Kerem turned his face and started to look at her too.

- No. I wanted to, but no. I only noticed your look, your sigh... - a small smile appeared on his lips. - I thought you were wondering why we are on this foot, feeling attracted to each other and how we connect. And that is my explanation.

- Yeah - Hande looked back at the ceiling. - I was thinking how crazy that is.

- In a good way?

- Of course. - She looked back into those beautiful little eyes and started to smile.

- Good, because that way I can do it here. Kerem crawled until he was closer to Hande's body. Enough to get his nose close to the skin on her neck, making her shiver.

- Don't do it ... - Her voice came out muffled.

- So how? - Playing as a cynic, Kerem began to leave small kisses on Hande's lap.

No longer able to answer a simple question, because his lips were blocked by his teeth biting them compulsively, Hande let herself be carried away by the fire that Kerem's lips bound to her skin and placed her fingers between the copper strands of his hair, encouraging him to continue.

With Hande's openness to continue, Kerem continued to calmly explore her lap, neck, top of her breasts, getting to know every bit of that woman who made him crazy. He was loving to discover every part that made her more comfortable or more excited, and even more so to hear excited sighs, rapid breathing and Hande's heart. It was all a beautiful melody that he would like to learn to play every note. Starting with the perfect lips, which he already missed.

Kerem's kiss was delicate, from Hande's point of view. It had its sweet, passionate, inviting side ... However, every time he asked for openness to deepen the kiss, she felt a touch of something else that made delicacy become sexy and provocative, the ingredient to go beyond.

And going further, for Hande, meant taking your hands up to the hem of Kerem's shirt and starting to pull on it, until the war of lips subsided for a measly second so that he could walk away, and make way for her to finish the job.

Kerem was excited by this step she took, of her own accord, and would have returned the favor if Hande's home phone hadn't insistently started ringing.