Chapter 8

Sunday, November 11th, 2018.

11:00 a.m.

Aslan felt as if he had been cut, ripped from head to toe. "She's so stubborn!! Didn't let me explain, she got it all wrong ..." - Aslan had already called three times, and got no answer from her. He was impatient in the backyard of his house, barefoot on the grass, pacing back and forth. He wanted to hurl the cell phone away every time she rejected the call. The fourth time that he called and failed, he lost his temper and threw his cell phone on the grass. Feeling his chest rising and falling uncontrollably, he sat in one of the chaises of the garden, feeling weak from all his thoughts:

"Hayat, Hayat, why can't you understand?! Why? My soul cries out for you, Hayat. It's dying for you... Why did I let you walk out that door? Will I ever see you again or will you disappear from my life? No, no ... I can't stand this! " – he kept pacing and thinking. - "Where have you been all my life? Before you, it was like I didn't have a north, a direction ... I couldn't have known but... I've been looking for you all my life ... I won't go back to that life..." - Aslan reflected.

He was trying to calm himself down, fighting the urge to pick up the truck and go after her, he couldn't, she was upset, and what was he going to do? There was no way he could say anything to her parents without her consent... No, he had to calm down. He would talk to her tonight. They couldn't help but meet, they had nowhere to run. After all, she was the love of his life and he had to fix that situation, and soon, because the pain of not having her or knowing that she thought ill of him was like a thorn in his flesh.

11:11 a.m.

-Stop calling me, Aslan, please .... - Hayat had rejected another call from him and thus she saw that she had only 5% of battery left. Sighing, she focused her eyes on the time and realized that it was already 11:11. "Allah! Allah! I'm screwed!". Racing against the clock, she noticed that she had several messages on WhatsApp, from Hande, Defne, Umut and the Agency's group. She wasn't going to waste any battery reading them. Quickly she clicked on Hande's name and called her.

- Hello...

- Hello, Hande? I need to talk fast, my phone battery is running out. Listen: did my parents ask about me?

-Yeah, but I said you came back from the party late and you were still sleeping in my house. Your father is at the restaurant, your mother went to a meeting in the residents' association and Defne left early. She said she was going to run by the sea and I think she hasn't returned yet. The coast is clear!

- Thanks. You always save me.

- I wanna hear all about it, ok?

-Well, we'll talk later. Thanks again. Bye.

- Bye-bye.

11:30 a.m.

Hayat removed her high heels in the foyer and hurried upstairs. Even though Hande claimed that no one was at home, she didn't want to take any risks or face questions about whether she's been crying. If she was feeling dizzy earlier when she left him there, desperate on the street, asking her to stay, now, she had begun to shake. She felt as if an earthquake began every time she went over what had happened, the words they had exchanged, what she had said to him. Everything was falling from her hands: her sandals, her jewelry, even the towel she had taken with her into the bathroom. Hayat trembled, because even when she pushed these thoughts away, the pain in her chest gave no warning, it was like a wave, it hit her with no mercy.

She no longer cried, since the shower seemed to renew her. The water slid along her body and relaxed the tension. She felt a mix of new and numbing sensations. Despite the disappointment, that shower made her push the sadness deep down in her brain and allow herself to feel something totally new. It seemed that the water that was running down her skin had never been more pleasant. She closed her eyes and hugged herself under the curtain of water.

She remembered the night before, everything she had felt, everything she had done, everything he had done to her, and suddenly every inch of her skin was alert. Hayat felt goose bumps when she remembered that they had kissed now so many times that it was impossible to put into numbers. All she had to do was remember his mouth or the feeling of arousal she had when she sat on Aslan's butt to send a wave of heat through her body. "Ahhhh it was so good ... hmmm" - Hayat said smoothing her neck and going down to her breasts.

She began to touch the curve of her waist and went up to her breasts, she closed her eyes and thought her hands were his big, firm hands. The water slid down her face, but with her eyes closed, her concentration was at her center. All the heat in the shower wasn't coming from the water but from what existed between her legs. Hayat had never touched herself. She had never wanted. Being with him yesterday, so intimately, it was as if he had opened a pandora box and released into her world unknown sensations.

"You are mine" - Hayat remembered Aslan telling her so, and she couldn't help but scratch her own thighs. Ahhh, what was happening to her? She covered, using both hands, what was between her legs, she didn't understand, it seemed as if something forbidden would come out of there. Her belly seemed to tighten, and as her leg started to tremble, Hayat rested her back against the bathroom tiles. The cold sensation made her awake from the trance. She opened her eyes, getting herself together. "What have you done to me, Aslan?"