"You can't help who you fall in-love with."

One of the wisest words which had ever left my mother's lips. When she first said this, I was left confused. I didn't understand what she was talking about - I was only ten years of age. You couldn't blame me.

But as years went by, I matured, passed through my teenage years and entered adulthood; I still held no idea. I tried my hardest, trying to comprehend her words and try make sense of them. Yet, I failed to understand what she meant.

Only until now.

As I walked to my office, a bubble of excitement floated around my stomach. I was more than eager and ready to start my next therapy session with my next patient. Which happened to be no other than Sam.

I don't know what it was, or when it exactly happened, but the next session after I visited him in his cell, he changed. There was a change in him. I noticed in therapy sessions, he was much more focused and dare I say it...a little more opening.

There was just a little glint in his eyes which I noticed in him. He'd seem entranced, eager, to listen to the words which left my mind. And my heart would flutter whenever I found our eyes locked in a steady gaze.

It was strange.

A feeling which I wanted to feel more of. A feeling...a feeling I knew I longed for.

"You can't help who you fall in-love with."

Therefore, the words from my very wise mother echoed in my ears. My stomach oddly clenched at my thoughts. They were wrong, I told myself. He was my patient and I was just his nurse. However, I could truthfully say that our relationship wasn't exactly that. There was more to it.

More to us.

Shaking off my thoughts, my feet stopped outside my office door. I let out a low sigh, fiddling around my lab coat pocket for the set of keys I needed. Hurriedly, I pulled them out and placed them inside the keyhole, giving it a quick twist.

I stepped inside the room, gently closing the door behind me and taking a second to lean against it. My eyes fluttered close as I let out a low sigh. And once again, the golden eyed devil found a way into my mind.

I had never felt this way about someone before. I had never constantly thought about someone, over and over again. I had never blushed so hard around someone. I had never been this...this attracted to someone before. My heart had never fluttered so much around someone.

So why did it all suddenly start to happen around him?

Not even my past high-school boyfriends, which I think about now and realize weren't really something you'd class as the term 'boyfriend'. Not any of the two were capable of bringing that side out of me. In-fact, I didn't even knew I held that.

"You can't help who you fall in-love with."

And once again, her words found a way into my mind. A deep sigh left my lips as I pursed my lips. I didn't love Sam...it just wasn't something I could find myself doing. I believe my heart died the day my parents did.

But I felt something for him.

Something I didn't know what to class as.

A sudden knock sounded on the door, faintly vibrating against my back. I pushed myself up from it, turning my body around to open the door. My heart stuttered in realization when I saw the familiar face of Marco.

"Inmate's here," He announced like always. I cleared my throat, opening the door wider, allowing him room so he could drag Sam in behind him. He sent me a nod of thanks, doing just what I thought. My eyes moved to him as if they were magnets to him.

His hood was over his head, which seemed to be bowed down. Both of his hands were stuffed inside of his hoodie's pockets, his facial expression not in view for my eyes. An odd feeling occurred to my stomach. It both clenched and fluttered at the same time.

With one last glance, which looked like a warning my way, Marco left the room, closing the door behind him.

I stood still for a second, trying to comprehend the unusual look from him, before making my way over to my desk, Sam sat across from. His head was still hung down and I could tell he was clenching the inside of his hoodie's pockets, as they looked to be gripped.

He seemed...angry.

I cleared my throat, slowly sitting down on the chair. A small breath left my lips. My hands searched around for the brown folder containing his files, finding it nearly falling off the desk. I flipped it open and clicked my pen on, placing it on the paper.

Ready to start this therapy session.

I glanced back up at Sam, his head still hung down. I frowned.

"Sam," I softly called after a few seconds. His body tensed, before he continued breathing heavily. The scene suddenly reminded me of the first time I had the opportunity to talk to him.

"Sam." I called again, hearing myself frown with my words. Slowly, after a long moment, he lifted his head up and showed me the expression plastered on his breathtaking face. His eyes were narrowed and his brows were furrowed slightly.

"What?" He flatly asked, barely audible. I swallowed the gulp in my throat and gestured a hand over to the lounge like chair.

"W-Would you like to have the session with you lying over there?" I gently asked him, pulling on a smile. His eyes lingered on me, before he nodded. Soundlessly, he picked himself up from the chair and made his way over to the other. He sat up on it, drowsily laying his back down on it.

I smiled to myself, standing up to take the seat across from where he was lying. His eyes were closed, his hands intertwined and sitting on top of his chest.

"How are you feeling today?" I asked after a short silence. I received no reply, and I was almost sure he had fallen asleep.

"Pissed," The word left his lips almost like growl. My brows raised in surprise, hesitantly writing down his reply. I just felt this odd guilt whenever I were to write any notes about him now, ever since he confronted me about it on the night I went to lock the jail cells.

"Oh... Why?" I choked out, my throat churning.

His lips pursed and his hands intertwined, suddenly clenched. My brows furrowed at the action.

"Because...of a reason." He let out through gritted teeth. My frown deepened and I put down the pen, pushing up my glasses.

"What reason, Sam? Please be more specific." I softly pressed, not wanting to anger him any more.

"No." He uttered. "Why the fuck do you even care?"

His words were like daggers to my heart, feeling as if someone had just landed a hard punch in the center of my heart. My mouth parted in disbelief and I found myself getting worked up from his attitude.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" I let out, the tone of my voice changing from soft. His eyes snapped open and his jaw clenched.

"You know what it fucking means, Belle. You don't actually care, so just stop with the acting, alright? Just save that shit." He hissed. A scoff of disbelief left my lips and I shook my head at him.

"Here we go again with that same bullshit. I've explained to you countless of times that I'm your friend and yes I'm your therapist, it's my job. Yes I'm payed to hear you speak about your thoughts and problems, but that doesn't change the fact I care!" I yelled.

I truthfully had enough of Sam saying the same thing over and over again.

Suddenly, he sat right up and turned to glare at me.

"Exactly. I'm speaking the damn truth. It's your damn job to act like you care, so there's no need for you to lie and say you do care. I know it, Belle." He growled.

"You're impossible!" I cried. He shrugged and humourless smirk took over his lips.

"Then give up and stop acting like you're capable of understanding me. In-fact, you should just quit and leave while you're at it. I don't need you, Belle."

I froze in disbelief and shock, staring at him with a parted mouth. Tears pricked my eyes, taking in his hurtful words. As I stared at him, I wondered what was wrong with him. Where was the real Sam? Or was this the real Sam?

"No," I breathed out, shaking my head. I tried my hardest to swallow down the bile in my throat.

"I won't quit and I won't give up. I'm not sure what's wrong with you and why you're deciding to take your anger out on me, but I won't quit." I muttered. His brows arched in amusement and for the first time in ever, I felt the need to slap him.

"Right." He sarcastically said, trailing off.

"Your greedy hands just need that money." He joked. I tried my hardest not to let his words effect me, but before I knew it, my vision watered and a tear left my eye. Soon followed by another. Embarrassment flooded me.

I glanced down at the ground, biting down on my bottom lip to hold in a sob.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Sam. But it's not true. B-Believe whatever you want, but at the end of the day you don't know me. You don't know why I chose to work here, you don't know what my story is and you most certainly don't know me." I breathed out.

I pulled off my glasses, reaching a hand out to wipe the wet stains on my face.

"Belle," I heard him call. I ignored him, drying my face and placing my glasses back on.

"From now on, I'll just act professional with you, that's what you want? That's what you'll get." I told him, readying my pen on the paper.

"No," He suddenly muttered. I glanced up at him, my brows furrowing at him.

"I...I'm sorry, alright? I'm not in the mood and I shouldn't be taking it out on you." He sighed, running a hand across his face. My eyes narrowed at him, letting out a sigh.

"Will you tell me why? I promise, I won't write it down. Just...just speak to me." I softly said. His eyes lingered on me, and he slowly nodded his head. My lips twitched into a small smile.

"My older brother called." He flatly said.

"Oh," I whispered.

"Yeah," His eyes lingered on me, narrowed.

"What did he say?" I hesitantly asked. And that's when his face fell motionless.

"A lot of shit, actually." He spat out. I raised my brows at him in surprise.

"What?" I heard myself ask. A short silence danced in the air, before he shook his head and jumped up from the chair.

"I can't do this right now, Belle." He growled out. I found myself standing up too, staring at him with a concerned expression.

"What do you mean?" I quietly asked. He shook his head at me, his eyes quickly skimming over me, before moving to the door. Realization clicked inside of me and I found myself moving over to stand in-front of the door. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You are not walking out on a therapy session." I firmly told him. His jaw locked and he slowly took steps towards me.

"Belle, please move out of the way." He calmly said. And it frightened me a little. I shook my head, not wanting to falter my movements.

"No, please sit back down." I whispered. His eyes locked with mine and his feet slowly led themselves over to me, pausing when standing a few inches away from me.

"Move out the way, Belle. Please...before I do something I'll regret." He slowly spoke. For a second, I thought about giving into him, secretly afraid. But I remembered what he was planning on doing and shook my head.

He took another step forward and suddenly placed two hands on either side of my face, his body an inch away from mine. My heart began to pulse faster.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, Belle. Move out of the way." His raspy voice whispered. His powerful orbs stared into mine, the heat of his warm breath bouncing across my face. My eyes fluttered closed for a second, before I snapped them open.

"No," I quietly said. A glint danced across his eyes and he slowly nodded, the pink tongue of his coming out to swipe over his plump lips.

"Very well, that leaves me no choice." He uttered and suddenly, his hand left the door and tugged my chin up. My mouth parted slightly in shock, feeling my heart stutter from the sudden overwhelming feeling of being so close to him.

The next thing I knew, his lips were pressed down on mine and my eyes were snapped shut. Tingles took over my entire body. My stomach sparked off these odd fireworks which floated up to my heart and shook it.

His soft lips softly moved with mine, his tongue swiping into my mouth. I instantly complied with his actions, allowing our tongues to caress one another. Slyly, his hand left my chin and moved down to my waist, pulling my hips to touch his.

I whimpered, which was soon swallowed into the kiss. I lost myself into it, feeling my body ache to feel more of his touch. His hands clenched a light grip on my hip and a spark of pleasure floated down to my core. My hands grew a mind of their own, reaching out place them on his toned chest.

Oh God.

His toned abs were pressed against my flat, laid out hand, a tingle flying inside my body. I was overwhelmed with a new found sensation, one that I found myself craving for. I was lost into the kiss.

"Jump," He breathed, finally breaking the kiss. I let out heavy breath, using all of my strength to push myself up. Immediately, his arms wrapped around my waist, his lips leaving kisses against my neck.

I let out a pleasured sound, titling my head for him to have more access. I felt him move, my legs wrapped around him. I was then placed on my desk, his lips reappearing to lock with mine. I let out an uncontrollable moan, his hands softly squeezing my sides.

His tongue swiped back into mine and the wetness of it against mine, made my pussy tingle. It felt amazing. All so sensational.

But it suddenly stopped.

He pulled back, both of us panting as we locked gaze.

"I'm sorry," He breathed. My brows furrowed.

"Why?" I whispered, reaching out to run a hand across his cheek. It was red and flustered, matching mine.

"I need to go, Belle." He uttered and with one final peck on my lips, he made his way out of the door. My mouth parted as I tried to catch my breaths. My heart-rate was a mess and my lips were still tingling. Just like the rest of my body.

"Oh, Sam." I sighed, running a hand across my forehead.

I just hoped he wasn't going to get himself into trouble.

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