DESIRE

NIGHTINGALE

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Hakan and I stared at each other in silence. He was waiting for my reply, giving me time to decide if I wanted him or not. Logically, I knew that I should be scared. I should be finding a way to get out of his car and away from him. But, whatever was compelling me to believe that I was safe in this man’s arms was beyond logical. It was making me see the sincerity in his eyes as he looked at me, the sincerity in his words when he said that he wouldn’t hurt me, and that he was waiting for me to make a choice instead of forcing himself on me when he had all the advantage right now. It was making me feel the strength of his desire. If wanting him was a crime, my sentence would be life imprisonment, but at this point I didn’t even care.

“Yes.” I whispered my reply to his question and he smiled.

Hakan is an extremely handsome man, but when he smiled, he looked like a god among men. It made me feel immeasurably good that a man like this that could have any woman he wanted, a