Nothing was the same after that night. Alev’s brief smile was engraved in my mind.
Every time we locked eyes, I searched for meaning in every word.
But most of all… I found myself paying attention to his body language.
He was quiet at breakfast. But his eyes were on me again.
While I was eating my toast, he was slowly stirring his tea.
A thin dressing gown had replaced the bathrobe. She wore light makeup; just a gloss on her lips…
But even that simple look ignited something in me. I couldn’t stop thinking about her breasts, a little bigger than oranges.
The things I dreamed of were right in front of me, but I wasn’t allowed to look at them, let alone have them….
“You were fine last night, I hope you weren’t uncomfortable?” he said, without looking away.
“No… no. Everything was fine,” I said.
But there was a tremor in my voice. He noticed it too. She smiled slightly and continued sipping her tea.
Towards noon the house became quiet. My father was still out of town.
Alev was reading a book in the living room.
The dressing gown from breakfast had been replaced by a skirt below the knee and a short-sleeved blouse. I had ideas in my head to have a conversation with her.
“What are you reading?” I said.
“An old novel… a bit of a passionate story,” she said and looked at me.
It was as if he had said that sentence on purpose. Was I misunderstanding him or was he trying to give me a message?
And as I pondered the weight of those words, my heart raced. The silence hung between us, thick with tension, begging for a spark. Would I dare to breach it? The allure of the unknown, of every glance, every brush of her skin, set my imagination ablaze. Was this merely flirtation, or was it a prelude to something far more intoxicating? Come find out what happens next… I’m just a thought away. Let’s talk about it! Click here to share your thoughts.