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DEMIR POV

Maşallah. That's the word my heart whispered when I locked eyes on her. My breath got caught in my throat and my heart skipped a beat before going crazy. My eyes traveled around her body without shame, I tried to make them listen to me, but my body was failing me. The dress clung to her body like a second skin. Crimson red, with waves at the borders of the bottom. It had an opening showing one of her long beautiful legs, her skin seemed so soft I could imagine my fingers caressing the length of her leg feeling it's smoothness, it's warmness. Suddenly the air was too hot, I was too hot, she was taking all the oxygen with her and leaving me to suffocate in her beauty.

Her lips were tempting red I thought they were calling for me, I didn't know what was happening to me, my whole body was no longer mine but hers. I took a step forward, shortening the distance between us, she lifted her head so her eyes wouldn't part from mine, there were inches away from us, I could see my self forgetting this distance and tasting those lips. They looked soft and inviting and I was breathless, my eyes were glued to her lips as they were the only thought in mind.

I lifted my hand to touch her face, I was about to, my fingers almost touching her soft skin, and that's when her cellphone rang. Whatever was happening here shattered like glass. The phone woke me up with such a force that I was left confused, It felt like waking up in a middle of a dream, but then the guilt started building up inside of me, making my dream quickly be turned into a nightmare. What was I doing? This was not me. It couldn't be me. I needed to put some distance between us before I did something I'd regret.

"Evet Ayda... we're on our way. Teşekkürler" - I turned around from her and left while she answered her phone. I went out of the house, the taxi was already waiting for us but I first needed some air to be able to face the night to come.

Since I met Selin, my life had been turned upside down. First it was the weird feeling I'd get every time she was around, which was ridiculous considering I saw her almost every where. Also that Aslı crazily loved her, she would talk about her all the time, Selin abla this, Selin abla that, it was driving me crazy, and of course the fact that her goat had fallen in love with my house didn't help much either.

I did my best effort to ignore her though, I would escape from her every time I could and when I was forced to be with her, we would just bicker the whole time. She was so strong minded and so was I, it wasn't a problem really to find something to fight about... but she was also so smart and talented, she'd always come with brilliant ideas for the design we were working on, soon I discovered my work was perfect only if I did with her, it was like her ideas and mines were two parts of a perfect puzzle waiting to be matched.

Eventually I started spending more time with her, because of work of course. I discovered she was easy to distract, she'd constantly get lost in her thoughts, and also I confirmed what I already knew she was impossible to follow rules. Though she retained herself from asking me personal question, as she discovered that was the most upsetting for me, she would be talking about what she liked, her flowers, her children and would constantly forget the 'bey' when she said my name.

But there was something about her that I couldn't describe, this easiness that surrounded her. In less time than someone could think possible, she got me laughing or smiling at something ridiculous she just said. I always masked it away and chastised myself for allowing it. I would spend my whole time building new walls for her to just sneak away from them, but that didn't stop me, I kept building stronger and larger walls around me, so much that most of the time I managed to keep her at bay.

I needed to stop this now and I convinced myself of it.

"Ayda called... mm the taxi is here, shall we go? - She didn't meet my eyes but I could notice her cheeks were flushed.

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