When I woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I blinked a few times, disoriented, before realizing that Faruk’s arms were still wrapped around me. His steady breathing told me he was still asleep.
For a moment, I stayed there, just listening to the sound of his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. It was almost peaceful. Almost.
But then reality crashed back in, and I remembered everything. I couldn’t let myself get comfortable. I had to remember who he was—what he had done.
I carefully disentangled myself from his arms and slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him. My heart pounded in my chest as I grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed for the bathroom.
I needed space. I needed to clear my hea
