Between Banter & Breath!

 I entered my room, picked my notebook and pen, threw them on the bed and then laid on the bed on my stomach. The cotton sheets were cool against my forearms. I opened the notebook and started writing, my feet swinging in the air, the faint rustle of pages mixing with the whir of the air conditioning and then he entered the room. I turned to have a look at him, he came and I instantly turned my notebook upside down.

"You were writing something about me", he said with surety while closing the door behind him.

"Of course not", I replied. 

"Yes, you were", I said while laid beside me on his one side.

" No, I wasn't..", I replied.

" Yes, you were..", he teases.

" No, I wasn't...", I replied.

" Yes, you were...", he teased again.

"Mustafa! Are we kids?" I asked annoyingly.

"You're a bit, somehow", he replied while pinning the hair strand behind my ear.

I rolled my eyes and he nodded teasingly while smiling and then laid on his back.

"Why are you smiling like that?", I asked further while looking at him. 

"Because I like that you were writing about me", he replied while his eyes wandered on the ceiling. 

"Don't you think you're being a little self obsessed by thinking that I must be writing about you?", I asked while raising an eyebrow. 

"Of course not", he turned to me.

"The only obsession I have in my life is you", he replied while his fingers playing with the ends of hair as my wavy hair strands hanging over my shoulders close to the arms.

"Yes, you said. And I believed you", I taunted him teasingly.

As I was about to turn to my notebook, he pulled me towards him and I fell on his chest. His arms slide around my waist, his grip tightened but gentle and in a moment, he pinned me down on the bed, and he was above me, our faces inches apart, my heart raced, his one elbow rested on the bed besides my head while his other hand placed on the bed between my arm and curve of my waist.

"Look.....", I said as i was about to argue.

"I'm looking. I'm always looking at you. Besides, who else should I look at!", he interrupted and my mood shifted in an instant and I started smiling  under my lips.

"Who else could you look at? Huh? So you really have a thought to look at someone else", I replied, tried to argue while hiding the flutter in my chest.

"I disappear in you. I disappear when I look at you. I got lost when these wide, bright eyes of yours look at me. And in that moment, I intend to drown in them. I intend to drown in your love. I'm yours. My eyes can't see anyone else. There's nothing else that matters in this world except you. ", he said, his voice just above a whisper, his breath tingling on my skin.