Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice III

The car halted, breaking her from her thoughts. She looked around to see that they were here. She would have to leave him and go back home. When would she see him again?

She looked over at him. He was looking at her with such soft eyes, begging her to stay without having to verbalize it.

"Görüşürüz" she said, unsure of what else to say. He nodded smiling at her. She opened the door to get out and stopped. She couldn't leave him like that. Not without him knowing...

Sitting back in her seat, she looked back over at him. His expressive eyes were curious. She reached out to run her fingers over his cheek, and he leaned into her touch. She gazed into the eyes of this beautiful man who had become such a vital part of her existence. Pulling him closer as she leaned in to gently place a soft kiss on his lips. His initial shock quickly subsided, and he kissed her back just as gently. She placed another kiss on his cheek, the stubble pricking her lips and making her smile, before kissing his lips again. A bit more firmly this time, eyes closed to savor the feeling. He responded by sucking on her bottom lip, teasing her, tasting her, intoxicating her. Easing back to look into his eyes, she saw him open his eyes. So many emotions expressed in his. Love, passion, desire, adoration...emotions that she was sure were reflecting in her eyes.

"Azer...?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his. He nodded, his eyes fixated on her lips before looking back into her eyes. "Ben de seni seviyorum" she admitted running her fingers over the side if his face.

He blinked a few times, before grinning so wide, his dimples finally reappearing.

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He was wrong. He needed to hear the words not just know them. When she said the words, the amount of happiness he got surpassed all others. He watched her get out of the car and walk up the dirt road. Before she turned right towards her house, she glanced back at him and softly smiled. He smiled back, his eyes trailing her until he could no longer see her.

He rested his head against the headrest, so overcome with emotions. Being in love was such a heady feeling. Dread immediately emerged in the pit of his stomach when he thought of their future. Because he was afraid. Not afraid of what her family could do to him, afraid of what they could do to her. They had pressured her into choosing between him and them; he knew how important family was to her. But now he also knew how important he was to her. He would never make her choose, but their future was quite bleak. He had to thread carefully in this feud. He had to make sure she wasn't hurt.

There were events that he had been involved in, unknowingly, that had led to the death of the people she loved. She didn't know about any of that and he intended to keep it that way until he had to. Too scared to loss her for something he hadn't intentionally done...but had been a part of.

Little did he know, that hiding his involvement in the death of her grandfather would destroy everything at the end.

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2 months later

They continued meeting secretly, eating out together, going to movies, or just sitting in the car for hours sharing their deepest and darkest secrets. No one in the house knew about them and she wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want to hide their relationship anymore, but he never rushed her into anything.

His patience scared her. Would he get bored of waiting for her? There were days when she couldn't reply to his messages immediately. When his calls went unanswered. When she canceled to meet at the last minute. How long would he wait for her? And what if, in this time he met someone else? Fear and jealousy so great crushed her heart.