Same, same but different!

Part 10

Ömer interrupts her.

Ömer: Then why are you saying it's a mistake? Because clearly I feel the same way too.

Kıvılcım: It's not that simple. I don't even know what I want or what I'm feeling. My son works for you. You have a little daughter. We are constantly getting into arguments.

Ömer grinning.

Ömer: So? Our arguments makes me more attracted to you.

Kıvılcım looks away, laughing.

Kıvılcım: Ömer, I'm being serious and you're messing with me.

Ömer: Can I tell you what I felt that night?

Kıvılcım looks away embarrassed.

Kıvılcım: If you're going to tell me about my moaning again, you might as well leave.

Ömer grits his teeth.

Ömer: I understand why you call me stupid.

Kıvılcım: You deserve every stupid and idiot comment. You're very lucky I didn't pick up the souvenir from you desk and knock you out.

Ömer: You should have. Why didn't you?

Kıvılcım: Mavi needs you and I was flustered, unable to think straight.

Ömer: But I wanted to say... that it never felt for a moment that we were doing something wrong. In that moment I couldn't think about anything other than your soft, warm skin. (He rest his hand on her knee) I couldn't stop and I still can't stop thinking about what happened. Every time I close my eyes, I see you resting on my chest. I felt at piece, the kind of piece I can't even find with Mavi.

Ömer goes quite, Kıvılcım also doesn't respond to Ömer.

Ömer: Let me go, it's late.

Kıvılcım nods her head. But Ömer is not moving, instead he closes the gap between them, his hand resting on her neck.

Kıvılcım doesn't object his touch. She stays still not moving. Ömer looks at her, their faces inches away from one another.

Ömer: Let me kiss you, once more.

Kıvılcım is hesitant and either way they can anyway avoid it again.

Kıvılcım: Promise, only one kiss?

Ömer: I promise.

Ömer leans in slowly, giving her the chance to pull away but she doesn't.

Their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss. It starts slow, almost shy, but deepens with every passing second. It’s not rushed, not hungry it's deliberate, as if they’re both trying to memorize the taste of something they thought they'd never have again. Ömer’s hand slides to the curve of her jaw while Kıvılcım’s fingers graze his collarbone. Their breathing slows.

When they finally part, their foreheads rest against each other’s, eyes still closed, sharing the same breath.

Ömer: Goodnight, Kıvılcım... hanım.

She opens her eyes, nodding slightly.

Kıvılcım: Goodnight, Ömer... bey.

With obvious reluctance, Ömer stands up. He casts one last glance over his shoulder as he walks out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him.

Ömer drops onto the bed, running a hand through his damp hair. But sleep is not coming. He stares at the ceiling, then turns to his side. Five minutes pass. Ten. He flips onto his back again.