The lunch hours passed by quickly and when all of the patients' were done with their meal, I helped the other nurses with the dishes before I walked my way to meet with Brandon again.

I didn't know why I felt nervous about bringing Brandon outside. It would just be like the gathering hours or even a normal session, just him and I and the security guard, talking while enjoying the vitamin D and the fresh mid-summer air.

I locked up the door to Brandon's cell to spot him sitting in his usual place on the broad window sill.

When he noticed the door, he turned his face in my direction and I met his face with a smile.

"Are you ready?" I asked from where I stood in the doorway.

Brandon's face turned into a slightly happier expression and he got down from the window. He nodded his head willingly while walking towards me.

The guard behind me prepared himself with a pair of handcuffs and took a step closer to Brandon, but in a quick determined move, I stopped him with my hand over his arm.

"That's not necessary!"

The guard listened to me and did as I said and took a step back again. One last time, I looked at Brandon who was standing next to me before I closed the door to his cell.

We begun to walk through the ward hallway, with the guard just right behind us. The air was quiet and a bit severe as we walked through each corridor in each other's company.

None of us said a word which once again made me feel kind of nervous. I didn't know why, but being so close to Brandon in a place we had never been before made my body thrilled with excitement and curiosity.

Knowing that Brandon's every word and action was completely unpredictable, only made me wonder what would happen next in his company.

Once we reached the big back doors of the institution, I locked them up and let Brandon step outside with myself just a few inches behind him.

I watched his reaction when the warm, fresh summer air hit his face and he breathed in the oxygen heavily to fill his lungs while he closed his eyes.

He turned his head around to look at me, not knowing what to do next.

"Let's go for a walk," I said as I took a step forward for him to follow my lead into the big, green garden.

We walked through the beautiful, perfectly planted pleasance surrounded by the high, brown, barbed wire walls in silence.

I just wanted Brandon to feel his moment and I decided not to disturb him with my talk, I just walked beside him in our slow enjoyable steps.

The bright sun was shining on his bare, sensitive, pale skin and his beautiful face looked more alive than ever. His messy blond hair appeared a bit lighter with color in the bright daylight.

Every detail of him was now exposed and it made me notice every one of those I hadn't observed before. It all just made him look more glorious and angel-like.

As we walked around the outside of the enormous, mighty building, we suddenly reached the small wooden brown shed that was built right next to the east wing of the hospital building.

"Can we go inside? I need to sit down for a moment,"

Brandon looked at me with a serious face and I doubted his question for a second.

Was something wrong?

I knew the shed was just a spacious area with a few chairs, a bookshelf and a desk, used as a surrounding change for some of the progressing patients'. So the thought about going in there was in fact not something dangerous or risky for niether of us.

After a few seconds of reflection, I nodded my head at Brandon.

"Could you give us a moment, Frank?" I asked the guard confidingly.

While visiting Brandon, I was often met by the same guard. His name was Frank and by now he was not surprised with me wanting to be left alone with him.

Frank obeyed my statement and I picked up my key to unlock the small wooden door of the shed.

I reached the spacious, empty furnished room. It smelled like ancient wood and the air was damp which made it different to breathe.

The small windows were covered by heavy curtains, still letting a small sunlight shine through to not leave the room completely dark.

The books that were standing in the old, huge shelf were dusty and you could really tell which ones were the most popular.

Brandon sat down on the backboard of one of the red velvet armchairs placed in the middle of the room. He didn't say anything, he just stared at me with his seductive, stiff brown eyes.

My heart started to beat a little bit faster when he looked at me like that. I felt exposed by him, standing alone in the empty, quiet room while he was inspecting me like a statue or some other kind of artwork.

"Are you alright, Brandon?" I decided to ask when I noticed my strong concern about his earlier assertion of the necessity to sit down.

"Yes," He said, using his darkest masculine voice.

I creased my eyebrows out of confusion and I just kept looking at him, like I was waiting for him to say something more. I knew he never lied and that his answer probably was true because of that.

But what was this about then? Did he feel tired? Or did he just want to explore? Why did he say that he needed to sit down?

Suddenly, Brandon stood up again and began to walk towards me with slow steps.

My heart started to race even faster than before, not having a clue of what was about to happen next.

I was still standing at the same spot as before, right next to the closed door, with the writing desk standing in the corner to my left.

I just looked at Brandon inquiring while he was moving in my direction. I rubbed my wrists out of stress as he approached me so slowly.

He stopped right in front of me, so close of a distance, I could feel his breath against my skin.

He was still penetrating me deeply with his gaze.

"I just wanted to be alone with you,"

My heart skipped a beat out of romantic manipulativity and I bit my lip while holding my breath, trying to manage to keep my emotions in control.

I felt the blood pump through every vein of my body, just helping the mental arousal to get even rougher.

Even if I scientifically knew every way of handling the mental functions of the human brain and how to keep control over emotions, this resistance was a challenge not even a psychologically educated person could manage to sustain.