Sahra Suskun
"I'm in love with you, Sahra. I love you very much."
I gulped, my heart racing. I wanted to lift my head and look at his face, but he gently pressed me back down.
"Please, don't say anything."
I tried to lift my head again, but once more, he prevented me.
"But I have the right to respond, and I want to use it," I protested.
"All rights are yours, use them as you wish, but not now. I just want to feel your presence right now, to savor your scent. There are things I need to talk about with you. Listen to me first, then speak—but not now. Go to sleep. I promise you'll be the one who talks the most."
"Alright, let's see how it goes," I conceded and fell silent.
Deep down, I suspected he had become attached to me after losing his mother, mistaking it for love. Our duty marr
