Nil Tekinsoy
When Feyza winked at me, I realized our plan had worked and turned around with a smile.
"You look breathtaking as always, my Daisy."
Happily wrapping my arms around the neck of the man I loved most in the world, I breathed in the scent I'd missed so much.
"You're late," I murmured.
He placed his hands on my waist and kissed the spot between my neck and shoulder.
"I missed you too, my love." After that, it was just the two of us…
Aylin Bozkurt
I turned around, crossed my arms over my chest, and examined the sleazy bastard watching me with a sly grin. If he thought I was going to dance with him, he was sorely mistaken.
I was about to walk right past him without saying a word when, before I could even understand what was happening, he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. I looked at his face in shock.
"Don't even think about it, Jigglypuff. You're not going anywhere until this dance is over."
Not understanding the strange look in his eyes, I frowned and tried to push him back with my hands on his chest, but he was holding me so tightly I couldn't even move.
"Demir, are you okay? Let me go!"
"Don't you want your friend to be happy, just like I do?"
When I glanced in the direction he was looking and realized he meant Duru and Kerem, I let out a tired sigh and turned back to him.
"Fine, okay—but just one dance!"
"If you say so…"
As he grinned and wrapped his other arm around my waist, I silently cursed my useless conscience—which always dragged me into the hardest situations—and Duru for dumping this massive trouble on my head.
Feyza Duman
When I turned around at the same time as Nil, I gave a knowing smile to the man who fixed his gaze on me—his serious expression barely hiding how much he was enjoying this situation, just like I was. Stepping a little closer, I placed one hand on his chest.
"Right on time. I was waiting for you."
As he slowly leaned down and we came face to face, he raised an eyebrow and asked softly,
"Is this an invitation?"
Instead of answering, I closed the small distance between us and pressed my lips to his. From the way his lips curved, I could feel him smiling. When he put his hand on my waist, pulled me closer, and started returning the kiss, it was my turn to smile.
Mete Zorlu
Laughing as I watched Rüzgar provoke Feyza with a single move and get her to jump him, I shook my head and turned around. I walked up to the Sugar Bowl, who was looking at me with his hands in his pockets, wearing a sweet, almost shy smile and seeming unsure of what to do, and spoke in my usual relaxed manner.
"Since you're here, should I assume you've accepted my apology?" He shrugged slightly.
"Maybe."
With my most dazzling smile, I held out my hand to him.
"Then let me earn your forgiveness properly."
He looked at my hand hesitantly, as if trying to decide whether it was a good idea. When he slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket and placed it in mine, I held it firmly and pulled him toward me.
Caught off guard by the sudden movement, he stumbled slightly, and the blush spreading across his face from our sudden closeness made him stare at me in shock. My satisfied grin seemed to infect him too.
When he raised an eyebrow and said, "A sexy blonde, huh?" my grin widened even more.
He frowned slightly and continued, "I remember you saying I wasn't your type."
As my grin turned crooked, I leaned in close to his ear, careful to let my cheek brush against his.
"Because I'm a very good liar."