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Chapter 33 - Old Secrets, New Hopes

Bubbles of foam burst, and it turned from a snow cap into a layer on the surface of the water. The water itself was cooling, time was approaching midnight, and it was time to get out of the bath, but neither Omer nor Defne wanted this. Relaxed, they basked in each other's arms, gave the warm water their tiredness and the problems of the day. Enjoyed slow touches and unhurried kisses. Defne was sitting with her back pressed against Omer's chest, and he, barely touching the satin from soapy foam skin with his fingers, painted intricate patterns on her chest and stomach.

"We need to get out of the water and go to sleep," Defne said quietly. In contrast to her words, she did not even move.

"Yes," Omer agreed lazily, continuing his pleasant occupation.

"If we don't go now, then tomorrow morning, you will have to forget about your morning sports." You won't get up at five in the morning.

"And let it be," he covered both her breasts with his palms and squeezed slightly. "I'd better do another thing, and then I'll be happy all day and full of energy."

- But you are one...! - Defne was indignant and slapped him on the arm.

- What am I? He purred playfully in her ear and bit his pink earlobe.

- Bad one!

"Very much," he agreed, and his hand moved down her belly.

Defne intercepted it and, throwing her head back, looked regretfully into black eyes.

"If we continue now, we won't fall asleep until the morning." And tomorrow I will be a sleepy chicken. Not good.

"Oof," Omer sighed in disappointment but removed his hands. - You persuaded me. Let's go to bed.

Not shy of nudity, he crawled out of the bath, hastily wrapped himself in a towel, and opened the second in his hands, for Defne. She slowly rose from the water, and he admired her elegant figure, pinkish skin, and locks of wet hair that fell with red snakes on her shoulders and chest. But he didn't have to admire for a long time, Defne stepped forward, and he caught her in the towel. Wrapping up and gently whipping the moisture on her body with a soft cloth, Omer went through the adjacent door to the dressing room and returned with his pajamas. Pulling it on, he grumbled displeased:

"It turns out that for me to love you as much as I want and when we want we need to run away from Istanbul," he put his hands in the sleeves of the T-shirt and never put it on, he froze on the spot and thought. Defne, who had already clothed her own and fastened tiny buttons on her blouse, looked at him questioningly.

- Listen, this is an idea! - He stuck his head into the neck of the shirt and pulled it on the body. And then he took Defne by the shoulders and looked into her eyes with enthusiasm. "How do you look at running away from the city?" For example, to the islands. On New Year's holidays. Imagine leaving damp and cold Istanbul with its winds and rains, and fly away to paradise, where it is warm and sunny. Where there are white sand and seawater is clear, like crystal.

"Do you think that there is a woman in the world who can refuse such an offer?" - asked him Defne.

"Do you agree?" - Omer was delighted.

- Of course!

- Very well! Tomorrow I will deal with tickets and reservations.

- But you are fast!

He clasped his hands behind her and pulled her to him. Looking into the sly, caramel eyes, he winked and answered:

- When the question concerns the opportunity to be alone with you for a week - speed is simply necessary.