Roxxane's POV
Canan stayed with me through the day, telling me wonderful things about his childhood. We both had a good time as he made me try some of his native dishes.
I literally enjoyed every one of them. But when the sun had begun to go down, he opted to return back home. I felt quite bad about seeing him leave, but I didn't really have a choice.
Just as I lay on the bed, reminiscing about the good time we had today, my phone rings and of course it turns out to be Canan.
Speak of the devil… I answer the phone, and he sounds pretty much excited like he had just won a lottery.
"Why do you sound so excited?" My curiosity piques as my ears widen to hear what he has going on.
"I'll be coming back to your hotel room tonight to pick you up."
My brows furrow in confusion.
"Pick me up?
