Same, same but different!

Part 8

Ömer: I'll go to the bathroom quickly.

He got up, put on his boxers and left to go to the bathroom. She moved out of the bed as well, jumping in a nightgown and quickly changed the sheet. She got under the blankets. She felt different... She felt like her body was well taken care off. She's biting her lips like some teenage girl going through this for the first time. Her eye lids felt heavy and she couldn't keep her eyes open, so surrendered to sleep.

Ömer came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Kıvılcım's breathing clearly indicated that she was asleep. He slipped under the blankets and he couldn't fall asleep, so he stayed awake just looking... at the storm being peaceful.

Around 05:07 AM

The sky outside was still cloaked in pre-dawn darkness, only a soft grey light bleeding into the room through the curtains. The world was quiet, too quiet and for a moment, Ömer forgot where he was.

He blinked slowly, disoriented, before his gaze settled on her.

Kıvılcım lay asleep beside him, her bare shoulder slipping from the strap of her nightgown, her lashes casting long shadows over her cheeks. Her lips, slightly parted, still bore traces of their fevered kisses, but her expression now was serene. Peaceful.

It took everything in him not to touch her again. Ömer propped himself up on one elbow, studying her. A strand of hair had fallen across her cheek, and he gently reached out to brush it away. His fingers hovered a second longer than they should have, barely grazing her skin. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

Ömer (softly, barely a breath): What have we done?

But there was no regret in his voice. Just... fear. The quiet kind that grips a man when he realizes he’s crossed a line he doesn’t want to come back from.

He exhaled slowly and sat up. His chest ached with a quiet pull.. the kind that begged him to stay, just a little longer. But he couldn’t. Not today. Mavi would wake soon. And she’d come looking.

Ömer stood, moving quietly across the room. He picked up his shirt and pants from the floor, slipping into them in silence. The faint rustle of fabric was the only sound in the room.

Behind him, a quiet voice broke the silence.

Kıvılcım (soft tone): I see it's a habit of yours to run away.

He froze.

He turned slowly, meeting her gaze. She hadn’t moved much still curled beneath the blankets but her eyes were wide open, watching him. Calm. Not accusing.

Ömer (softly): I wasn’t trying to run away.

She raised a brow, waiting. He sighed, walking back to the edge of the bed and kneeling beside her.

Ömer: I’m not running. I’m not avoiding you. I just… I need to be home before Mavi wakes up, if she's not already awake. She's going to be curious if I walk into the house, still in last night's clothes and I don't want to lie to my daughter about where I've been.

He didn’t need to finish. Kıvılcım nodded, understanding. But her gaze lingered on him, unreadable. He leaned closer, brushing his fingers lightly along her jaw, then pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Not hurried. Not full of heat like last night. Just... quiet. Intimate. Anchoring.

He stood up, grabbing his jacket off the floor and slipping it on. As he left the room, Kıvılcım sank deeper into the sheets. She felt like she wasn't fully rested and pulled the blankets over her head surrendering to sleep yet again.

This was weird for Kıvılcım. She's usually up at the break of dawn but today her body and mind was battling. She didn't feel like leaving her bed at all.