I stood before Brandon, still heavily breathing out of physical exhaustion. He was looking at me with big brown eyes, and he was biting his swollen bottom lip.

I was out of words, and he appeared to be the same.

"We should go back outside to Frank,"

I couldn't come up with anything else to say. I was filled with shame, yet I didn't regret anything that we had just done.

He made me feel so shy. What would happen next? Would this happen again? Did he do it to have something to use against me? What if this was only a part of his game?

The insecurity hit me like a slap right over the face, and I sighed out loud without noticing.

"Is something wrong?"

I heard Brandon say with a voice that was not very familiar. It almost sounded like he was genuinely asking out of concern.

I remained silent but shook my head to give him an answer. I knew that he would probably read right through me and expose my lying.

"You didn't like it?"

Now his voice was usually dark and blank of emotion.

I took a step forward to feel his warmth and make him stay calm. I looked up at him with the most prominent eyes before I let my lips place a soft kiss on his neck, following up to his earlobe.

"I loved it," I whispered into his ear in a sensual way to assure him that I really meant it.

Suddenly I felt Brandon's hand grabbing me by the hair in my neck, and he moved my head to make me face him.

I grinned a little bit with his violent action.

"Good, so did I,"

He spoke against my lips.

He was pure sex appeal.

My heart was beating with adrenaline, but I still didn't get scared of him even though he was unpredictable with his movements.

His hand was roughly placed with a grip in my neck, which made my scalp hurt in pain. But still, I just couldn't be afraid of him.

Brandon placed his lips on mine, and I willingly answered the seductive kiss. He grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth, which made me grunt in another pleasure.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

How was I possibly going to resist this and never let it happen again?

The attraction was too strong, and the obsession was too heavy. I recognized this feeling, because I had been through it before. I had been addicted before, and it felt exactly like this.

I just wanted more.

No.

I needed more.

Lastly, Brandon let go of his grip and just began to walk towards the door to leave the room. I got a little bit surprised over his impulsive turn, but I decided to follow his steps and walked outside to meet with Frank again.

I had no idea for how long we had been in there. Hopefully, it was not more than 30 minutes. Brandon actually only claimed that he had to sit down for a bit, so if we had been in there for too long, it could seem suspicious.

When I stepped outside the shed, Frank was standing in his position right where we left him.

I smiled kindly at the broad man, and he did the same.

I had to say something to not make him too curious or hesitant about why we were in there for longer than expected.

"I'm sorry it took a while, Frank. Brandon got a little out of emotion, and I needed to calm him down," I said only for Frank to hear, as a try to explain my own and Brandon's earlier absence of actual intimacy.

Frank just nodded his head in an understanding way and kept smiling at me.

"Don't worry about it. It happens all the time, nurse Frazier," He responded.

I breathed out of relief before I let go of the nervousity of feasible suspicion.

The three of us began to walk through the garden again, and for my surprise, the atmosphere around us was just the same as before we went into the shed.

Brandon walked quietly with slow steps to enjoy the bright sunlight and the warm, fresh summer air. I was walking closely beside him, just as quiet, and Frank was keeping his distance right behind us.

The green grass made the destructive hospital area seem a little bit brighter with color, and the perfectly potted flowers performed a perfect contrast to the dirty brown, tile castle.

It was beautiful in the garden. A different environment from inside the hospital. Out here, everything was colorful and bright, but in there, it was the complete opposite. Dark, dusty, and cold. Tragic with screams, spinning heads, and violent acts.

I thought I must've enjoyed going outside as much as Brandon did, especially after our moment of intimacy...

Brandon and I sat down on one of the wooden benches placed around the garden. We were so close to each other, but still within a perfect distance, so that no one could be suspicious if they saw us.

There were windows all around the hospital walls, so I wasn't sure if anyone could see us from the inside, but it was not worth the risk. Also, Frank stood just a couple of feet from us and could turn his back to face us in the laps of just a second if he wanted to.

Even if my body wanted to be as close to Brandon as it possibly could, I couldn't let myself move another inch closer to him.

The atmosphere between us was calm, and none of us said a word.

We just let the mid-summer birds sing for us, and allowed them to romanticize the moment even more.