Zeynep
When her lips touched mine, my body froze. Her breath was warm. It smelled so good.
She gently touched my lips and stayed like that. She was blowing her breath onto my face. I was even more breathless. I had even forgotten my name. I was so wet with shame. My blood was so hot it felt like lava was flowing through my veins. She didn't kiss my lips, just touched them with hers. If she had kissed me, I would have died long ago.
Yet, I couldn't breathe.
"Tell me something. Something that will bring you to me. I'm ready to give anything. Ask me for whatever you want."
I was even more breathless. A tear fell from my eye.
"I want to leave my job."
She stepped back as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"I didn't understand."
"I want to go back home," I said in one breath
