Until the End

Atychiphobia-Part 1

"He really tossed my top on the trash... What crazy man did I marry?"

"It isn't a bra, it's a top! One that I really loved!" I say, faking some annoyance in my voice.

"Ada, that is a fucking bra! Next time when you decide to buy something like that, ask me too. Or at least wear it when I am the only one who can see it. That if you don't want me to become a murder." Bora says, heading towards the closet.

I roll my eyes and continue towel drying my hair but something makes me lose the ability to concentrate on what I am doing. Bora is in front of the closet, naked, choosing his clothes.

"When the hell did he get rid of his bathrobe? And why am I salivating like this? Calm down, Ada!!! Calm down!"

I am so lost in my thoughts I realize Bora is dressed only when he starts laughing.

"Close your mouth Ada hanim, it will get dry." He says, a visible smirk forming on his lips.

I cough trying to mask the fact that I was basically drooling over my husband's naked body.

"Didn't your aunts tell you that it isn't nice to stare at someone? Especially when they're naked. You're a little bad girl, Adacim!" Bora says trying to push my limits and I feel like he is about to succeed anytime.

'I'll show you what bad girl means, Bora bey. Just wait!'

"Fuck you!" I respond, with visible annoyance.

"The pleasure will be mine!" He snappes back, and my cheeks start burning.

I don't know what to respond so I go back to drying my hair and ignore what he said. I see him coming towards the bed and my heart starts beating faster. Bora takes his place behind me, puts one of his hands over mine in order to stop me from moving. My whole body is goosebumps after feeling his warm touch.

He takes the towel from my hands and looks carefully at me. Those hazel eyes are full of love, I can see that as clear as the day. I don't know at which moment I became so addicted to his look, but right now I'm feeling like I am the only woman on Earth. That's how his look always makes me feel special.

"Can I?" He asks, looking straight into my eyes, sending cold shivers along my back.

"Of course!" I answer back, smiling, and turn my back to him.

Bora gently dries my hair, his hands taking care of every strand. He loves to do that. Him drying my hair has become one of our most loved activities, and everytime he's doing it with the same love and dedication.

One time, when I asked him why he dries every strand of hair so carefully his response was simple. "I take the exact same care of every strand because I don't want them to be jealous of each other." I laughed back then, he sounded like a five year old child, but I can't deny that I loved it.

Bora is like that now, no trace of the old man who believed love is only a fairytale. He is dedicated in everything he does, in our marriage, in taking care of Elif, in loving me. Especially in loving me.

He stops and that brings me back from my thoughts. I smile because I know why he stopped and what he is doing right now. I turn my head slowly and I see him smelling my hair, with his eyes closed and with a visible pleasure on his face.

"I got caught again..." He says, still sniffing my hair.

"Maybe because you do this every time?" I say, giggling.

"I am guilty, I admit! But it is your fault! Your scent takes away all my sanity. What can I do?"

"Ah, Bora!" I answer while I caress his face gently.