What happens in Marbella stays in Marbella

"In my paintings"

From Seyran

He kissed me. And yes, that kiss turned my world upside down. Why? I don't know. Of course, I had been in relationships before my age, falling in love, but for some reason this feeling was new to me.
The man was a stranger, unacceptable to my world, in fact.

At that moment, I was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. I was running my fingers over his face, as if I could memorize every feature better using only touch.

Yes, in my head I answered his question, but I continued to be silent, keeping my eyes on him.

This time he reached for my lips. And I, as if expecting it, reached out in response, settling myself so that we were both comfortable.

My palm, which had been stroking his face, moved smoothly to the hair at the back of his head, and as if my last movement was fuel for him, he connected our lips. Ferit grabbed my lower lip, putting his free hand around my waist and squeezing it each time, he began to kiss me even harder. Despite the intensity, he kisses gently, which makes my lips tremble with pleasure. Once again, he swipes his lips and then his tongue, completely covering my mouth and opening it again. My stomach is turning over and over, and I'm starting to feel dizzy. The air between us seemed to disappear somewhere. I pulled him closer, holding him tightly to me. I wanted him with every fiber of my being, and I'm sure the alcohol in my system was making itself felt, but the strength and simultaneous tenderness with which he kisses me immobilizes me.

I bite his lower lip gently and unbearably, and he snuggles even closer, wheezing.
The scent of perfume and cigarette smoke mingle. I could never imagine that I would ever love this smell, because I hate cigarettes. And for some reason, focusing on his scent, I can say that I have officially gone crazy. In one motion, without breaking his lips, I was on his lap and reaching for his shirt, when Farit let go of my waist and stopped the kiss.

Was I too quick? Did I do something wrong?
The loud pounding in my heart began to turn into panic. I guess I could call it rejection syndrome. When you take a step and are stopped too suddenly.

I looked at him, probably with a rather strange expression on my face, but when he almost regained his breath, he smiled.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked nervously.

"I am beginning to be afraid of you, Mrs. Seyran."

"Why?"

"You are ruining all my plans."

Continuing to question Ferit, I tried to return to my original position. My excitement did not stop. My breathing was not getting better. I was still torturing myself with questions.

"What are your plans?"

"We have to live a small version of a real relationship with you now, we have to get to know each other a little bit more, don't we?"

...

Ferit and I talked almost until morning. We talked about everything. We talked about our favorite colors, movies, books, music, food, art, and we even almost touched on politics. However, we were lucky that on this topic we noticed how the sun was beginning to rise.

From the room we could see the sea through the glass. The view was so beautiful that I immediately said:

"I have to paint this landscape before I leave."

"Let's paint it together."

"Do you really know how?"

"I think with your guidance, it would be a good work."

"Sure.

"Don't you want to go closer to the sea?"
Nodding our heads in approval, we got out of bed and headed for the exit from the terrace, where we could walk to the sea.