When Bartu embraced Masal, her heart was beating so fast she could barely breathe. Masal hesitated at first, but gave in under Bartu's determined, protective gaze. Their kiss quickly deepened, a kiss that was hard and passionate, oscillating between anger and desire. Bartu embraced Masal and carried her toward his room.
Masal wrapped her arms around Bartu's neck, the kiss continuing uninterrupted. Bartu's hands were around Masal's waist, and Masal's hands were tightly clasped around Bartu's shoulders. The attraction between them was so intense that their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in unison. When they reached the room, Bartu gently laid Masal down on the bed, but remained on his knees, pouring all his emotions into his eyes: anger, passion, love, and desire, all rolled into one.
Masal's eyes were wide and bright; she was out of breath, but she couldn't resist Bartu. Bartu caressed Masal's face with his hands, gently lifted her chin with his fingers, and pressed his lips to Masal's once more. The kiss was firm, determined, and filled with passion; Masal's anger slowly dissolved, giving way to an intense closeness. "I can't bear losing you," Bartu said, his voice trembling but with a steely determination.
Masal closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Bartu's again; anger, fear, and surprise had given way to a warm desire and trust. Neither of them needed words anymore; they conveyed all their feelings through their gazes, their kisses, and their embrace. At that moment, time in the room seemed to stand still; only their breath, their heartbeat, and the attraction between them existed. Masal leaned her head on Bartu's chest, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, listening to their breaths. Masal asked again in a low voice: "When did you first see me?" Bartu smiled slightly, looking at Masal's face as he caressed her hair and answered: — "We went to the cafe where you work for a meeting… I saw you… at that moment, everything seemed to stop.
Your smile, your look, the way your hair moved… it took me away. At that moment, I realized that I can't stop knowing you." Masal bit her lips lightly, her heart beating rapidly. Bartu continued: — "That day, I realized… I want to be with you. Not just to see you, but to be with you… to talk to you, to laugh with you, to know everything about you. Whenever I think of you… even my breath feels like it beats for you." Masal opened her eyes and looked at Bartu.
There was both surprise and curiosity in her eyes. — "So… was that the only thing that was going through your mind at that moment? Or… did you feel something else?" Bartu tilted her head slightly, her lips trembling but determined: — "There was not only admiration, but also… a desire to be with you. Everything has changed since that moment, Masal. Seeing you… has become like a need for me." Masal took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around Bartu's neck. — "Back then… you were impressed when you first saw me too, so…" Bartu smiled softly, brushing his lips against Masal's hair: — "Impressed? You seduced me, you didn't even realize it. But at that moment… I realized how much I wanted you. And since that day… I've thought about you every moment, I've always wanted you to be with me."
Masal smiled silently, leaning her head back on Bartu's chest. The silence in the room was now warm and intimate; their breaths, their heartbeats, and the trust in their arms said it all. In that moment, they both felt each other without needing words; the attraction and closeness between them filled the entire room.