“Erdem?” I wondered aloud. Stirring slightly and opened my eyes, still full of sleep. I could barely make out his outline in the dark. But when his fingers gently moved some of my hair from over my eyes, I knew it was him.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” he murmured.
“No, it’s okay.” I drowsily muttered. “When did you get back?” I asked as I reached out to turn on the lamp on my bedside table, but he gently grasped my hand.
“Just now. I just wanted to see you before I go to sleep.” He brought my hand to his lips and laid a soft kiss. “You should sleep. I’ll go.”
He tried to stand up, but I grabbed his arm. “What happened?” He gently asked, kneeling back down where he once was.
“Stay,” I whispered and I could sense him hesitate.
“I don’t think I should…”
“No, stay,” I whispered tugging his arm. “Please.”
