A faint knock at my conjoined door pulled me out of my sobs. I pulled my silk robe closed, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I didn't want whoever it was to see me like this. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, before I opened the door.
"Are you okay," Emre asked as he stood in the doorway shirtless in his grey sweatpants. His hair was damp, probably from his shower.
I shook my head, not trusting myself to say anything. I stepped back, opening the door wider so he could come in. He didn't hesitate before entering my room and wrapping his arms around me. I felt safe in his embrace as I sobbed into his chest.
"Shh, it's okay," he whispered as he rocked me back and forth. "I'm here for you."
Eventually, my sobs subsided, and I was able to calm down. Emre led me to the bed, and we
