In the chaotic surrounding and with all the mentally insane people around me, I sat in the middle of the common room with another insane person in front of my eyes.

The loud, strange sounds and talking from the different patients were quite disturbing after more than an hour in there. But my focus was right now so distracted by the glorious man in front of me, that I couldn't care less about the noise around us.

"Checkmate," I grinned while I leaned forward to move my black queen over the checkered board to take down Brandon's white king.

I felt proud over my profit of Brandon and I couldn't help myself but keep the broad grin proudly over my lips.

This was just a sign that I still had power over him and that I was smarter than he was.

At least, I still knew how to outsmart him which made me realize that I was not completely emotionally taken over by his manipulative way of existing.

Brandon shook his head while he grabbed his bottom lip with his teeth in the most attractive way.

I still couldn't get how he got me knees to completely give up every time he did just that.

His eyes searched their way into mine and immediately began to penetrate my soul.

I was still leaning my elbows on the small table in front of us, while I looked into the gorgeously brown-colored eyes of Brandon's.

When our stares were attached like this, it was like him and I were the only ones existing in the whole galaxy of the milky way.

I didn't care about the people around us and if they saw us, because with the way we could communicate with only our eyes, it would not make anyone suspect anything about our strong attraction against each other.

I noticed Brandon's eyes when they moved away from my own and curiously looked down and stopped right at my chest area.

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment when I noticed how my uniform dress gapped by the cleavage and exposed what was underneath when I leaned forward.

One part of me enjoyed how the skin of my decolletage obviously teased him to arousal. While the demure part of me felt way too sinful like a rutting and hormonal teenager who loved to play around and tease the boys with skirts too short or a blouse with the most obvious exposing neckline.

My heartbeat stopped the exciting pounding when the package of cigarettes fell out of my chest pocket and I raised to sit up straight again.

In a fast move, I grabbed the package to put it back in the pocket and within the second, the exciting, intimate moment between us ended as fast as it appeared.

Brandon pierced his eyes into mine again and a dirty grin formed his wet, hydrated lips.

Once again I felt a little bit ashamed by the exposal of my skin, but also of my toxic habit that did not really reflect the good, innocent girl I appeared to be in front of my patients.

I swallowed hard while I tried to come up with something to say to break the embarrassing silence between us, but Brandon was faster than I was.

"Do you smoke, Beverly?" Brandon grinned as he bit his lip once again.

The answer was obvious but I felt that the reason why he asked his question was not that he wanted me to answer.

It was like he wanted me to feel guilty and exposed in front of him, like he just got on to me.

I rolled my eyes at him and looked away while I shook my head and bit my teeth together with frustration. Even if I was used to his games by now, it was still frustrating when he decided to mess with me. I knew that he was just fooling around with his rudeness, but in some way, he managed to get me every time.

I looked back at Brandon again while I smirked and held my lip between my teeth.

He did the same.

"Can I have one?" He said as he winked and leaned a little bit forward to get closer to me.

He knew that I couldn't let him smoke in here.

"No," I answered shortly with a playful voice.

"Come on, Beverly. Just one cigarette,"

The way he pronounced my name made me melt. It was like his dark, soft voice was made only to say it.

I kept my eyes strained into his while I exhaled loudly only for him to hear.

I could tell that this was not only about the cigarettes, he was begging for something more.

He was trying to seduce me in his secretive, playful, and flirty way of acting in front of everyone else around us.

My heart began its pounding when I read through his signals.

My stomach got over floated with fluttering butterflies and the smirk that formed my face turned into something a lot more serious.

I licked my lips as I imagined Brandon's warm body against my own and there was nothing I would rather do than to follow him to his room and let him take care of me in the way only he could.

I leaned over the table once again while I refused to let my eyes go off his.

"Go back to your room, Brandon,"

My determined voice got Brandon to confirm my play-along and a broad smile got placed over his lips immediately when he understood.

He lifted his face in a cocky way while he raised from his chair to do as I had just told him.

I tried not to let my inner giggles out so I placed the nail of my thumb between my teeth while I patiently waited for my turn to leave the noisy, chaotic gathering room.

I was longing for Brandon's hands, even if I felt the touch of them just the day before.

The obsession was obvious for me by now but I couldn't care as long as I was the only one who knew about it.

All I wanted was him. The touch of his masculine, big hands and the warmth of his perfectly shaped and muscular body, the scent of his messy, naturally curled hair, and the kiss of his soft, dark plump lips.

Everything that he had - I wanted.

And as long as he wanted the same, I would allow every little piece of my body to get into his hands.