11. I don’t want any promises.
Matheo.
I’m waiting for her outside my door, leaning against the frame, when she appears walking down the hallway.
Defne is a vision.
She’s the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen.
And it has nothing to do with her physical appearance, but with what her presence does to me.
That bastard organ in my chest that I thought was dead comes back to life with her.
The moment her eyes meet mine, they smile at me. Not her lips: her eyes. That look that lights up the instant she sees me, as if something inside her sparks just from being here. It’s unbelievable. And if I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it.
“Hi,” she whispers when she stops in front of me.
She’s wearing a wool hat, and the tip of her nose is slightly red from the co
