Can opened the door, making the smell of old dust burst into their nostrils, making them both cough.
"Are you alright?" He inquired, concern lacing his voice. She nodded, her eyes fixed on the task at hand. "Let's open this up, shall we?"
"Let's," she responds.
They both walk in; he makes a left, and she makes a right. They open all four windows, and without thinking, they reach the bedroom they used to share and grab the handle, which makes them both shake in surprise.
16 years without feeling a touch. 16 years without feeling a desire so genuine. As they stared deep into each other's eyes, their breath picked up, making their hearts accelerate, and they did not know what to do. Sanem swallowed hard as he heard her saliva pass through her throat, making him wet his lips in thrust.
Then, in a second of clarity, he clears his throat and says, "Sorry."
"No worries." She responds, giving him a ghost smirk, and he can hear the disappointment in her voice. "Let's just continue to open this up and get it all cleaned up." She said as she opened the 5th and final window.
"We need new furniture, or we're not staying here," he told her.
She looked at him. We never had furniture. She thought as she looked at the one piece of furniture they had 16 years ago, and they left there when they said goodbye: a king-size mattress and some kitchen essentials, like enough things for them to make their Çay (tea).
"We need things. This cabin is our home now," he told her, knowing what she was thinking. "I will not allow you to sit on the floor," he said.
"Ok," she said, trying not to think of the conversation they needed to have. But she knew it was coming and very close; she could see it in his eyes. "Sounds good to me," she said.
"Ok." He smiled. " How about we go to Ankara, get everything there, and drive back? Let's stay away from Istanbul."
"Yeah. I like that." She said.
"Sanem." He looked at her, not wanting to bring up the subject, but he needed to.
"Yeah?" She asked, leaning against the window sill.
"Can I ask you a question?" He hesitated. As much as he wants to know, at the same time, he doesn't want to know.
"Of course." She responded nervously.
Can walked over to the dusty mattress and sat on it, making dust fill the air, but he didn't care; he needed to know. "Can you please tell me?" he looked at her with pleading eyes
She knew he didn't need to ask any more questions besides that one; he only needed to hear the truth. She gently nodded with a soft smile and walked over to him, sat on the dusty mattress, and faced him. "He is ours," she said, tears filling her eyes and his.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, her waiting for his response and him not knowing what to think.
"How?" That was all he could say.
"Can." She said, annoyed.
"No, no, you misunderstanding me." He quickly said.
"Then please explain yourself because-"
He stared at her for a second, trying to figure out the words he meant,
"I need to understand how it happened because we were always careful, we-" He paused.
"All I can remember is that I took the drink, but I don't remember you wearing a condom."
"But that has happened in the past, and nothing has ever happened."
