Chapter 23: Making Amends - Osiah

After two hours of waiting and listening to the sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs and the many conversations going on through the supposed soundproof walls, the door finally opens, and I hold my breath as Yildiz enters. How does she look more beautiful each time I see her? My eyes trail over her body of their own accord taking in every glittering piece of her. Her body is looking curvaceous and tempting in a grey workout bra with matching leggings and sneakers. I can smell her sweat embedded in the fabric, yet not a trace of sweat on her. Her thick, voluminous hair is up high in a ponytail and flowing all around her, but once I look upon her liquid gold eyes, all I see is exhaustion and my heart sinks. Did I do this to her? Morrtemis is right, I am a moron.

“Get out,” she says, closing the door behind her.

I blink back my surprise, “Yildiz, just let me explain. You have every right to be upset–”

“I don’t need your permission to be upset with you,” she says looki