Same, same but different!

Part 17

Their eyes met, and for a heartbeat, the world felt still just the two of them, and the little girl asleep between their shadows.

Kıvılcım and Ömer stepped quietly out of her room, closing the door with care.

Downstairs, Kıvılcım was sitting on the couch in the living room as Ömer left to make coffee. After a while he returned, placing the coffee on the table and taking his place next to her.

Kıvılcım: Has Mavi spoken to you about what happened today? I'm so embarrassed Ömer.

He smiled faintly, sitting on the edge of the couch.

Ömer: We kinda did speak about it. She’s asked questions. Complicated ones.

Kıvılcım turned towards him, curiosity in her eyes.

Kıvılcım: What kind of questions?

He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ömer: She asked if I loved you.

Kıvılcım froze, her heart skipping a beat.

Kıvılcım: She... she what?

Ömer: (gently) And I told her the truth. That I do. That I’m in love with you.

The words hung in the air between them... raw, steady, and sure.

Kıvılcım stared at him, lips parted, breath caught in her throat. Her heart raced so hard she thought it might give her away.

Kıvılcım: Ömer…

He rose slowly from the couch, closing the space between them until she could feel the heat of him. His voice softened.

Ömer: I didn’t mean for it to happen. The day our cars crashed... that ridiculous morning, you stepped out furious, glaring at me like you wanted to throw something. And I swear, I was done for you.

She almost laughed, but her eyes shimmered instead.

Kıvılcım: You’re unbelievable.

Ömer: Maybe. But from that moment, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you stand your ground, the way you try so hard to keep control when everything inside you wants to feel safe again. You drive me crazy, Kıvılcım and I find delight in it.

She swallowed hard, caught between disbelief and something dangerously close to longing.

Kıvılcım: (quietly) You shouldn’t say things like that.

Ömer: (voice low, certain) Then tell me not to mean it.

Their eyes locked, the air thick with everything unsaid, everything they’d both been fighting. Kıvılcım took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper.

Kıvılcım: Ömer, please...

Ömer: Let me love you, the way you need to be loved.

Before she could speak again, his hand came up brushing her cheek, tentative but sure and then he kissed her. Soft at first, reverent, as if testing whether she’d pull away. But when she didn’t, when her fingers curled lightly against his shirt, the kiss deepened.

It wasn’t rushed or desperate it was slow, honest, the kind that said everything words couldn’t.

But Kıvılcım's phone rang...

Omer groaned and pulled away.

Kıvılcım: Saved by the bell.

She looked at her phone and again, the unknown caller.