Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Nine
Ahmet stepped out of the shower, a towel hanging low around his waist as he dragged another through his wet hair.
His bedroom door clicked softly behind him.
He froze.
His eyes moved toward the door.
It was opening.
Slowly.
His hand tightened around the towel.
For one stupid second, his heart jumped. Nobody entered his room without knocking. He suspected who could be bold enough to enter without a knock and he was right.
She stepped inside.
Asli.
Everything inside him seemed to drop at once.
He looked away immediately.
Not because he didn't want to look at her.
Because he wanted to look at her far too much.
His jaw tightened.
He could've still felt her presence without seeing her. He knew the quiet rhythm of her breathing. Knew the faint shift of her footsteps against the floor.
His fingers tightened around the towel until his knuckles paled.
How many days was it?
Eight? Fifteen? Was it fourteen days of avoiding her?
