As the door shut, Taylan felt too hot and uncomfortable in the office he'd been working in for a year for the first time.
He fetched the decanter near the window, poured a glass, and downed the alcohol in one harsh gulp. It burned his throat, but they did nothing to calm the storm in him.
Taylan had been good at keeping his emotions before she came into his life.
'Friend'
He scoffed bitterly, slamming the glass on his desk.
The weekend had been hell, staring at her messages and contact for no reason. He knew he shouldn't be stalking, but he had taken a sneak peek at Doctor Yuri's reports about her condition.
Carlos's touch made her feel safe? His touch was her healing?
That man of a devil should be the last person well enough to heal her?
Kyla deserves better. Carlos can't give her
