Chapter 4

Saturday, November 10th, 2018.

10:05 p.m.

HAYAT'S POINT OF VIEW

The cool night air brightened my mind even more. And now it was inevitable: tears were already streaming down my face as I was hailing for a cab. The cold entered through the thin fabric of my dress, and that was when strong and warm hands pulled my outstretched arm, wrapping me in a hug. I fought against it until I felt his scent.

- Let me go, let me go!

- I will! But you gotta listen to me.

- I don't want to, I don't want to.

- Calm down, will you listen to me, please?

-No ... I'm embarrassed, I can't look at you ...

- I am the one who was supposed to be embarrassed ... but I'm not ... It was stronger than me. Your skin calls for me.

The tears were falling and he would not let go of me. Clutching me with one of his strong arms, he brought his free hand to my face and began to wipe away my tears.

-Don't cry, don't cry. I die inside when you cry. Don't be sad. Will you forgive me?

Damn him! - I thought, he had me as a whole and no forgiveness had to be asked. But a state of confusion was taking hold of me:

-How much more pain do you think I can handle? Being awake until God knows what time ... All my tears are yours! You broke my heart with what you said yesterday... Friends, friends, friends ... My heart can't be fixed. I memorized every trace of your face and they haunt me when I close my eyes. This space between us, is the opposite of freeing, this distance suffocates me. And then... and then...

He held me in his arms, our faces so close that it was as if I was placing every word in his mouth.

- Yes? I am listening ...

- When I think I'm going to have a night out, to distract myself, here you are and I feel like a foreigner who doesn't speak your language. Why did you dance with me like that, kiss me on the neck? Do friends do that? You're driving me crazy ... leave me alone ...

I tried to pull away but he was much stronger.

-Hayat, it's all my fault. It's hard for me to stay away from you too, and I want your friendship because I cannot bear the idea of not seeing you every day, or feeling this fragrance ...

Aslan said those words and started to rub his nose in my neck ... "Oh, no ... not again" - I thought.

- I want to leave ... Leave me alone!

-No, I'm sorry, I'm learning to start again, but this - moving his finger back and forth between us - is stronger than you and me ...

Catching him off guard for a second, I ran into a taxi that had just stopped and I went in, but Aslan was faster and before I closed the door, he got into the back seat with me. I was furious with him and turned to the taxi driver:

-Sir, it will be two stops. Kuzguncuk and Bebek - I snorted and crossed my arms.

Aslan looked furious at me and we were quiet for about 5 blocks. My tears had dried and now I was looking at the night of Istanbul through the taxi window. Istanbul was beautiful, but it seemed very dull tonight. My attention was drawn to who was beside me in the tiny back seat of the cab. I risked a glance and was immediately sucked in by Aslan's magnetic field.

Our eyes met and my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest. He broke our gaze lowering his eyes, but I barely had time to miss them because he lowered down on my face, lingering on my lips, all over my neck, on my breasts until he found my hands. They clung tightly to my knees, I was pressing them in an attempt to prevent me from using them to commit some nonsense. But it was all in vain! He took one of my hands and turned it with its palm up. I wore a long-sleeved dress with two delicate buttons on the cuff. He saw them and began to unbutton them slowly. My chest heaved with the soft touch of his fingertips on my wrist. When he finally unbuttoned them, he pulled my sleeve up, revealing my wrist, and the thin veins under my skin. Allah, what did he plan? With no hesitation, he lifted my whole arm and kissed my wrist. My mouth was now filled with water. I had already forgotten the driver and when he kissed it for the second time, still on my wrist, I couldn't hold myself and I let out a moan. Something was happening again at my most sensitive area, and I began to move on the seat, it was when he lifted his face slightly, meeting my gaze and said, without letting go of my wrist:

-Every time I don't see you for a while and then, I see you, it happens again. It seems like I don't remember this fragrance and when I smell it on you, I go mad. And I lose myself again, and again, and again.

He said this, inhaling deeply the scent on my wrist. When I tried to say something, the taxi made a sharp turn and when I realized, I didn't know where my body ended and where Aslan's began. My legs over his, his arm around my waist, our mouths inches apart. Suddenly, everything was quiet. We were kissing.

The kiss was incredible. Aslan touched my cheek pulling my face close to his and his other hand went to my back bringing me even closer. My hands that were laying on my lap seemed not to obey me, one rose to the back of his head and the other I dared touch his knee and began to squeeze it. Lustful thoughts had never been through my head, but I had never been kissed like that. The only word that came to my mind was how hot he was.

Our lips met very softly, mouths closed at first. But after a few seconds, his lips parted minimally to fit each other's lips better, we stayed like this for another few seconds, when he moved his head up a few inches so my lower lip could fit better in the middle of his. What he did next, made my toes curl: he sucked my lip and I could only respond by stroking his thigh even harder. We moved our heads and with an almost voracious sigh he opened his mouth more and feeling the warm breath and the delicious taste of our mouths together, we began to suck each other's lips.

After we got used to each other's mouths and our tastes mixed, it was time to deepen the kiss and when I realized it, my stomach seemed to be doing pirouettes. It was he who started to explore my mouth with his tongue, making me open my mouth even wider. I really wanted to feel what it would be like to kiss him, a real kiss. At that moment, something began in my body, an electricity and butterflies on my stomach. On a mad impulse, I crushed my body onto his. Our bodies were touching every inch that was possible, his hands slid up to my waist and I lifted my hand from his thigh to that gorgeous hair, I was finally touching it like I always dreamed and so the most wonderful and expected kiss happened.

When I was already out of breath, without air, our mouths parted, but for a short time, until Aslan say:

-Hayat, Hayat, I didn't know you could kiss like this ... You're driving me crazy ....

With a happy smile, I kissed him again. The kiss began slowly, our tongues only massaging lightly, feeling the softness of the lips. But when he bit my lip and held it a little, it made me moan in his mouth which seemed to burn our bodies, because from that moment on the kiss took a fast and urgent pace, simply expressing how much desire we were feeling for each other. I slid my hands down his abs and scratched it on my way up. Aslan moaned, squeezing me hard:

- Now I'll kiss you as much as I want!!!

At that moment his mouth sought mine and I decided to provoke him. I moved my mouth away from his as much as I could until his strength overcame me and he kissed me. I laughed when Aslan finally succeeded and I noticed him smiling too. We kiss with desire, speed and voracity. It was impossible to break free, when the kiss was over, he licked from my neck till my ear, saying:

- You are mine.

I looked at him, his hair was all messed up, because my fingers were entwined in it, pulling it tightly. I couldn't say anything. Everything was new, I had never felt this before. My whole body was sensitive. I looked at him and his eyes were hungry, he wanted me there. And I wasn't going to be able to resist, I should follow my instincts, my desires. At that moment, all my instincts concentrated on feeling him. His hands went to my face and we pressed our foreheads together, gasping for air. Our desire was immense, alive and insatiable. And now, it was the only thing that mattered for both of us.

-Yep, it looks like we're just gonna have one stop, aren't we? - said the taxi driver, looking in the rearview mirror.