The weather is gloomy, just like their mood. Clouds are covering the sky and it definitely looks like a storm is coming. But the storm inside their head is worst.
It's almost time for the third trial of their divorce. The judge had to call recess considering that both of the families said how compatible Kerem and Ayse are for each other.
Kerem is huffing and puffing in his room and Ayse is at the garden passing around like a mad woman. Both of them a mess. Both of them not knowing what they want and at the same time knowing exactly what they want.
She decides to walk around and her footsteps lead them right outside of their, no not their – his bedroom. He doesn't notice her and she gets to watch him a little. How criminally good he looks, how his brows frown when his thoughts are getting too dark. And she hates that she got to knew him so well, she can anticipate every single move of his and its driving her crazy. Right now for example he'll check if he's suffering hair loss again because of his stress.
Kerem unconsciously leads his hand to his hair to see his fist full. He curses under his breath. Both himself and Ayse because she's the one who got him to this situation. And then he lifts his eyes. And he sees her watching him.
A few drops of rain started falling but she doesn't pay attention. Her eyes are locked to his. He stands up and starts walking towards her. The rain is getting heavier by the minute.
"What are you doing here?" he asks. With hope? With hate? With anger? She can't really tell.
"I... I was walking and... I'll go. I'm sorry." She whispers, turns around and starts walking away.
He follows her, grabs her arm and turns her around making her face him.
"What do you want from me Ayse? Cause I swear to God, I can't figure you out. One moment you are crying at the court house the other you are saying you don't want me in your life... What do you want?"
She's looking at him confused by her own feelings. She doesn't know what she wants but she knows what she needs right now; him.
She grabs the lapels of his jacket and she brings her lips against his. She sighs when their lips touch. The kiss at the beginning is firm, pushy and he doesn't respond. His hands are dangling at his sides useless. And then desperation hits. His hands are now at her lower waist pulling her closer to him as he deepens the kiss. His tongue is begging for entrance, his teeth are biting her lower lip.
She on her tiptoes so she can reach him, and he pulls her even closer. She whimpers and she opens her mouth welcoming him. She feels his palms at her butt lifting her and she wraps her legs around his waist. Her hands are in his hair, tangled. They are both so wet because of the rain but none of them really cares.
He starts walking them inside blindly, without stopping the kiss. She's up against the glass door in no time. He drops her legs carefully and he looks at her. Something definitely changed. He caresses her cheek and she bends her head to follow his touch. Theireyes meet again and she licks her lips.
