She led him away from the crowd, down the stone steps toward the quiet, darkened beach where the waves gently lapped at the shore. When they were far enough away that they could only hear the sea and the distant beat of the song, she stopped and turned to face him.
"No, let me finish," she interrupted, taking his hands in hers. They were warm, grounding her. "You are my person. You are the one I want to share everything with. I don't want to share you with anyone else in that way. To put it simply... Benim o. You are mine, and I want to be yours." TuДџba YurtВ Benim O
He leaned down and kissed her, a gentle, certain kiss that felt like coming home. High up at the café, the final notes of Tuğba Yurt's anthem faded out, but on the quiet beach, their own song was just beginning. She led him away from the crowd, down
Then, slowly, a slow, breathtaking smile spread across Kerem’s face. He squeezed her hands tightly and pulled her a step closer, eliminating the remaining space between them. They were warm, grounding her
As the chorus hit its peak, Derin stood up. The music seemed to propel her forward.