The Space Between!

The scent of fresh earth wafted through the air, as we reached his farmhouse. The farmhouse's creaky wooden floorboards groaned beneath our feet.

Everyone was exhausted from the long drive. So after dinner, everyone retreated to their rooms to rest. 

I was making my bed to go to sleep when Mustafa entered the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He stood there, looking at me. 

"What is it, Mustafa?" I asked annoyingly.

 "That's the question you need to be asked?" he replied, his voice low and husky.

"I'm going to bed," I said, getting into bed. 

He nodded teasingly.

"Are there any other rooms, Mustafa?" I asked with frustration. 

"I swear no," he said. 

"The bed is big; it's not a problem for me. But if you can't control yourself, then I'm all for it," he said with a mysterious smirk. 

I picked up the cushion from the bed and threw it at him. He chuckled and got into bed. 

"You'll only see this in your dreams," I said while lying down. 

"It's cold; you can lay close to me to keep warm," he continued. 

"Mustafa, sleep peacefully!" I said, closing my eyes.

In the morning, as I woke up, I slightly opened my eyes to find him sitting in front of me on the divan lying beside the bed, watching me as I slept. The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the sharp angles of his face.

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Nothing," he replied, his voice soft.

"Are you watching me like a pervert?" I said, getting up. 

He smiled and looked down. 

"Can't I watch my wife while she's sleeping?" he said, looking at me, his voice low and gentle. 

I rolled my eyes, "Ahh, not again..." I said, getting out of bed, the wooden floorboards creaked beneath my feet.

 As I walked past him, he held my hand, and I looked back at him. He gestured for me to sit beside him, and I sat. 

"Look at me," he said. 

I looked up at him. 

"I know you're hiding something from me," he continued, his eyes searching mine. 

I looked away, trying to hide it. 

"It's been days... I can see there's something in your eyes; I can read it, but I don't know what... but there's something," he added, his voice filled with concern.

"There's nothing," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, and got up, and went straight to the bathroom, leaving him there on the divan.

At night, I was searching for him, eager to escape the farmhouse with him. When I spotted him, he was sitting in the terrace with his aunt, a soft shawl draped over his broad shoulders, the dim lights casting a warm glow on his features. 

The scent of blooming jasmine wafted through the air. I stood close to the entrance, my eyes locked on him. 

"Mustafa... You got some time?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, while slightly gesturing outside. 

"Yeah, sure! Come here," he said, his deep voice resonating through the air as he removed the shawl's edges beside him, inviting me to sit beside him in his arms.

"I don't want to..." I said while starting to sob silently, overwhelmed by hormonal fluctuations as he couldn't understand.

The sound of my own ragged breathing was the only sound I could hear, until he got up and walked toward me.

He strode through the other entrance, his footsteps quiet on the wooden floor, and then suddenly scooped me up in his arms effortlessly. 

I was stunned by his sudden grasp and then melted into his warm embrace. The warmth of his body enveloped me, and I felt my tension melt away as he pulled me close and started walking towards outside.

"Can you see the waterfall? Isn't it beautiful?" he whispered in my ear, as he stopped near the window.

"Yeah! I want to go there," I said, my voice filled with excitement. 

"Okay, sure," he said, his chest vibrating against mine as he spoke.

As he carried me outside, the cool night air enveloped us, carrying the scent of damp earth and leaves. 

I became conscious that everyone was looking at us, their faces a blur as they admired the intimate moment we shared. 

I dug my face into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, and forgot everything around us. The world narrowed down to the two of us, suspended in this moment.

After a while, a mischievous glint sparked in my eyes, and I held the neckline of his shirt with my teeth, looking up at him with a playful smile. 

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and asked while winking at me, "Are you hitting on your husband?" 

"Shouldn't I?" I said, raising an eyebrow, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"Oh! I'm all for it...," he said, his lips brushing against my cheek and down to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. 

I giggled and playfully jabbed at his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt. 

He smiled and kissed my forehead, the touch sending a flutter through my heart.

Meanwhile, we reached the embankment of the waterfall and sat down on the grass. He enveloped me between his arms, my head naturally finding its place on his shoulder, my upper back resting against his chest, as we looked at the waterfall, taking in the serene, peaceful environment. 

The sky above was a canvas of twinkling stars, and the sweet scent of blooming flowers wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy smell of damp soil.

Then he asked, ''Can I ask you something?'', his warm breath whispering against my ear. 

I nodded, feeling the gentle vibration of his chest as he spoke.

''What happened back there? You started sobbing out of nowhere,'' he continued, his deep voice filled with concern.

I sat straight, between his arms and turned to him. ''I've been feeling overwhelmed since evening because there's a lot of people back there,'' I replied.

''Why didn't you tell me about this?'' he asked while taking my hands in his, concern filling his voice. 

''I've been looking for a way out to spend some time with you alone, despite the fact that I've been pushing you away for days," I said and looked down.

''I'll always be there for you... even if you throw me out the door, I'll come to you through the window,'' he replied. 

''You're the only thing I want in this life. I don't want anything except us,'' he added, his lips brushing against my hair.