I was lying on the couch, with my legs in his lap as he sat beside me. His fingers were tracing patterns on my calf as we watched Netflix.
"Want some fruit?" he asked.
I nodded, and he got up, went to the kitchen, and grabbed some fruit from the fridge.
Instead of watching the show, my eyes fixed on him as he sliced the fruit facing me. My fingers, curved, covered my lips as my nails touched my lips; my cheeks blushed. Then, his eyes met mine, and a gentle smile played on his lips. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my cheeks grew warmer, the blush deepening. My fingers remained curved, covering my lips, as if trying to hold in the emotions swirling inside me.
The sound of the knife slicing through the fruit was soothing, but my attention was fixed on him. He finished slicing the fruit and walked back to the couch, a plate in hand.
Meanwhile, I placed my legs on the center table near the glass of water.
"Here you go," he said.
Instead of taking the plate, I moved my hand forward so he could hold mine. He looked confused, took my hand in his, and then I pulled him onto the couch to sit beside me.
As he sat, I grabbed his collar and pulled him close. As I was bending my legs on the couch from the center table, the glass beside my legs slipped and fell, shattering on the floor but i didn't care. His gaze shifted instantly as he heard the noise of the glass cracking into pieces, but I placed my index finger under his chin, moved his face towards me.
He looked me in the eyes and placed the fruit plate beside him. His hands reached my waist, and then I stood on my knees on the couch and moved to his lap, still on my knees in his lap. His hands held my thighs, my wrist on his shoulder, and my hands around his neck. My gaze fixed on his lips, our lips inches apart, and then I burst into laughter and placed my forehead on his shoulder.
He realized I was just messing around and said, "Ah, you got me." He placed his hand behind my back and hugged me tight, and we both started laughing.
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", he 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 murmured 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.
"There's no woman other than you, neither in this world, nor in any other world, who could approach me", he assured me while looking in my eyes.
"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 continued, his voice just above a whisper, his breath tingling on my skin.
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