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Part 15

The faint glow of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold. The clock on the nightstand read 5:00 a.m. when a sharp, insistent alarm broke the stillness.

Ömer stirred first, his brow furrowing as the sound drilled into his sleep. He glanced down to find Kıvılcım tangled up in him. Her bare legs hooked between his, the hem of his oversized t-shirt rucked up just enough to reveal warm skin against his. Her head was nestled into the curve of his shoulder, her breath slow and even.

Ömer: Kıvılcım?

Ömer murmured, brushing his lips against her hair. She only mumbled something incoherent and burrowed deeper into him.

The alarm kept buzzing. With a soft sigh, he reached across her, his arm sliding over her waist, his chest pressing into hers as he grabbed the phone. She shifted just enough for him to catch the sleepy scent of her skin.

Ömer: Five in the morning? (he muttered, silencing the alarm) Who sets this torture?

Kıvılcım: What you call torture, I call heaven.

She gave a drowsy little hum, half amusement, half complaint, eyes still closed... though the way her fingers curled into his side was no indication that she was about to get up.

Ömer tightened his hold, his hand finding the curve of her hip. Kıvılcım's head was tilted back enough for his lips to find the edge of her jaw. Ömer started leaving slow, tender kisses on her face, his mouth trailing down the warm line of her neck.

Kıvılcım: Ömer, let me sleep.

She mumbled, the irritation evident in her sleepy tone.

Ömer: You're going to be late for work.

Kıvılcım: We don't work after an event... I usually do but I'm exhausted and now you-

Ömer: Why don't you work after an event?

Kıvılcım: Because my workers aren't slaves, Ömer. I have a business that allows them to have an off day when necessary.

For a while, quietness enveloped the bedroom again. Ömer's hand was tracing patterns on Kıvılcım's back. Kıvılcım was just about to fall asleep again when Ömer moved to get his phone.

Kıvılcım quickly sat up, her eyes still heavy with sleep, looked at Ömer completely irritated. She grabbed the pillow and turned her back to Ömer.

She hugged the pillow, muttered under her breath... almost as if her words was meant for her alone.

Kıvılcım: I'm about to get up and go home to comfortably sleep in my own bed.

On the phone:

Ömer: Good morning, Gamze. I hope I didn't wake you.

Gamze: No, no Ömer bey. I was already up and about to get ready for work.

Ömer: Gamze, I'm not coming into work today... so that means you don't have to come as well.

Kıvılcım glanced over her shoulder, the corners of her lips twitching up in a faint smile.

Gamze: Ömer bey, are you okay?

Ömer: I'm okay Gamze, you don't have to worry. You've been working very hard and we all need a day to just reset. I trust that you'll tell Metehan as well.

Gamze: Yes, Ömer bey. Thank you very much. Have a great day.

Ömer: Bye.

Ömer set his phone back on the nightstand and turned toward her.
She was still hugging the pillow stubbornly, her back to him, hair messy from sleep.