Özlem Babacan: We’re oil and water; we’re not supposed to mix, yet here we are. His hands are wild as they dig through my hair. I can still feel them trembling, even as they hold me in place. I feel that craze inside him. My heart beats in time with it.

We’re oil and water; we’re not supposed to mix, yet here we are. His hands are wild as they dig through my hair. I can still feel them trembling, even as they hold me in place. I feel that craze inside him. My heart beats in time with it.