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Part 12

Kıvılcım: Control yourself. There are a lot of people here.

Ömer: They can’t see us.

He murmured. The low rasp in his voice made the words feel more dangerous than reassuring.

He let his gaze roam deliberately, even though she couldn’t see it.

Ömer: You look… (He trailed off for a heartbeat, searching for something more, but settled on the truth) Absolutely gorgeous.

Her lips curved without turning towards him.

Kıvılcım: I know.

He chuckled under his breath, his hand tightening slightly at her waist.

Ömer: I was late because of a little… issue with Mavi.

He said finally, as if he’d been saving the explanation for when no one else could hear.

Kıvılcım: Why didn't you just tell me. You like to annoy me on purpose.

Ömer: Noooo, I just like to tease you on purpose.

Then...

Alev: Well... Look at you two hiding.

Kıvılcım stepped a little forward instinctively, smoothing her dress as if that would erase the heat in her cheeks.

Kıvılcım: We were not hiding.

Ömer: Mm-hmm... (Alev cut in, eyes glinting as she glanced between them) Anyway, I’m taking Mom home now before she starts telling the waiters their trays are crooked. She’s had her fun for the night.

Kıvılcım managed a small smile.

Kıvılcım: Thank you, Alev. I’ll call her tomorrow.

But Alev wasn’t done. She leaned just slightly towards Ömer, her expression innocent... but serious.

Alev: My sister is not a toy to be played with, Ömer bey. I become overprotective when it comes to her. So, be careful... if you cause her any inconvenience, I'll bring the whole world down on you.

Kıvılcım: Alev...

Ömer felt both amused and a little frightened by Alev. Alev tap on Ömer's shoulder, turns to Kıvılcım and winks.

Alev: But I'm sure my sister is already giving you a hard time. Have a good evening you two and don’t do anything scandalous.

Kıvılcım froze. Ömer’s mouth twitched, clearly fighting a smirk. Alev walks away.

Kıvılcım: Now you've met my sister.

Ömer’s voice was a low chuckle behind her.

Ömer: You're total opposites. I like her.

Kıvılcım: You don't want to see her and Fatma together then.

The last guests had barely stepped out the door when the whole crew seemed to exhale at once, the tension of the evening melting into relief. There were tired smiles, a few high-fives, and the low hum of everyone talking at once.

Fatma clapped her hands together.

Fatma: Alright, everyone... drinks to celebrate? We deserve it after tonight!

A chorus of agreement followed, except from the two at the edge of the group. Ömer stood with his hands in his pockets, glancing toward the exit like he had somewhere else in mind. Kıvılcım’s polite smile didn’t reach her eyes she looked ready to disappear into the quiet.

Fatma caught on instantly. She elbows Metehan.

Fatma: You’re standing next to your mom, convince her.

Metehan turned to Kıvılcım with a grin. Kıvılcım shakes her head no.

Metehan: Come on, anne… just one drink. Everyone’s going. It’ll be fun. (he looks at her with puppy eyes) Please, do it for me.

Kıvılcım's lips curve ever so slightly, the smallest nod as she murmured to Metehan:

Kıvılcım: Alright, fine. One drink but you can't use that card for another month.

Metehan turns to Fatma, and shakes her hand.

Fatma: Nice doing business with you.

Everyone laughs. Fatma looks towards Can and raises her eyebrows towards Ömer, indicating that it's his turn to convince Ömer.

A few steps away, Can had sidled up to Ömer.

Can: You know you’re the only one now, right?

Ömer frowned.

Ömer: The only one what?

Can: To say yes now. It'll seem weird if you don't come.

Ömer smirked faintly.

Ömer: Guess I’m in.

He told Can, hiding the fact that he hadn’t agreed because of the team… but because she had.

Metehan: Anne, I'll take your car mine is at home. The girls can ride with me.

Kıvılcım: I'll go with Fatma.

Kıvılcım hands her keys to Metehan and he leaves with the girls.

Kıvılcım: I'll lock up inside, I'll be back in a minute.

Kıvılcım leaves and Ömer watches her go. Ömer turns to Fatma.

Ömer: Fatma you guys go, I'll wait for Kıvılcım. She can take a ride with me.

Fatma and Can look at each other smiling. Fatma just nods towards Ömer. Can slides his hand around Fatma's waist.

Can: I guess we better go.

Fatma and Can start walking away. Without turning around she says.

Fatma: Leave her neck alone.

Ömer smiles amusingly, a little proud when he realized what Fatma meant.

Kıvılcım came out a few minutes later, her eyes immediately found Ömer standing alone near the far corner, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp.

She walked over, curiosity knitting her brows.

Kıvılcım: Where is Can and Fatma?

Ömer’s lips curved into a slow, almost nervous smile.

Ömer: I sent them away.

Her brow lifted in surprise.

Kıvılcım: Why?

His eyes darkened with something intense, something that sent a jolt straight through her.

He pulled her in with deliberate force. Their lips met in a wild, urgent kiss that took the breath from her lungs. His hand slid up her thigh, resting boldly on her open leg beneath the slit of her dress.

Kıvılcım’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as heat flared through her, equal parts desire and the dangerous thrill of being caught.

When he finally broke away, his forehead rested against hers, voice low and rough.

Ömer: I wanted to do this all night.

Kıvılcım smirked, breathless but steady.

Kıvılcım: This didn't amuse me at all.

He chuckled, his hand still warm and possessive.

Ömer: And you’re just as stubborn as ever. Perfect.

They stayed there a moment longer, before leaving the gallery.