who: @kamilekaplan where: Kamile's house when: too often early morning
This wasn't supposed to keep happening.
They'd agreed, that first night, that it was a one-time thing. They weren't going to repeat it. And then they'd kept saying that, for years. But when the morning light came through Kamile's window, and found Bora in Kamile's bed with his arm wrapped around her waist and his face pressed into her hair, it felt almost as natural as waking up at his own place--and definitely better than being alone.
Stirring as the light cut across his closed eyes, he shifted a little, until finally he was awake enough to flash a sleepy grin. Pulling her close enough to kiss, he mumbled "Günaydın" against her lips.













