NIGHTINGALE

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For several seconds after I made my request, Hakan was silent, though his eyes never left mine. I was beginning to feel self conscious because I had never been so brazen before, but I forced myself to stand still and not cower.

“Nightingale.” He sighed and I knew that he was about to refuse me.

“You’re tired, you need to sleep. When you wake up in the morning, we can discuss about it.”

“I don’t want to talk, I just… I need you.” I said, my voice lower than I wanted it to.

Despite what I was saying, I was unsure, and he could see it plain as...