I sat up in the bed next to Brandon with my back leaning against the wall. My head was carefully laid on his shoulder and our hands were perfectly tied together as we sat in the silence.

My body was still exhausted after our cigarette moment that turned into something a lot more intimate, and ended up with the most glorious moment with Brandon's head so perfectly placed between my legs, showing me his appetite and drove me to explode only with his soft tongue.

"You know this is crazy, right?" I said out loud when the anxiety of guilt hit me like a slap over the face.

It was true that what we did was crazy.

Everything about the situation between us and what I felt was crazy. I didn't want it to stop, but I still knew how tremendously wrong it all was.

But since the damage was already done and the sin was already committed, I didn't hesitate for even a second to end what I was doing, even if I risked everything with it.

Brandon sat quietly for almost a full minute before he managed to get something out. I couldn't see his face but since my statement was quite insolent and could be interpreted as offensive, I could imagine how he got a bit surprised with my words.

"Yeah," Was all he got out with a raspy voice.

"I didn't mean to insult you, Brandon, I just-"

Brandon interrupted me.

"I know, Beverly. I know how wrong it is. You don't have to explain it to me,"

I got quiet, with the surprise of his emotionless words and I let the silence speak. I was glad that he didn't get offended with what I said, but I still noticed how he didn't take it the way I wanted him to.

What I really wanted to bring forward was the realization of my actions, and even though I was aware of how terribly wrong it was, I still didn't want to quit it, and that was what made it crazy.

I moved my head off Brandon's shoulder and looked at him to give him a shy smile.

His brown eyes were sparkling when they met mine and his face was as beautiful as always when I laid my eyes on him.

"Kiss me," He said as he penetrated my soul like he could steer me with his gaze.

I didn't have much more of a choice than to carefully lean forward to meet with his soft lips.

My cheeks got warmer by the thought of where those lips had been just minutes earlier. But I didn't care, it just made me feel more naughty.

Once again my heart started to race when he carefully grabbed my lower lip between his teeth and placed his hand in the back of my neck.

The hard grip of his hand made me grunt out quietly between our inseparable lips.

"I never want to stop this," He whispered against the sensitive skin of my swollen lips which made me groan out with another sound.

"Neither do I," I responded.

"You know that I need you, you've always known,"

His sentence made my stomach ache and I didn't know what to say at first.

I knew by now that Brandon didn't lie to me or anyone at all, but it was still hard for me to understand why he was so attached and obsessed with me after such a short amount of time.

Even if I felt the same about him, I wasn't the one who was mentally unstable. I could still use my senses in a proper way and trust my emotions as far as I knew.

But I didn't really know if Brandon could.

What if this was only a comfort for him? Having someone close to him when every other person around him didn't even dare to look at him.

How could he know that he was not just manipulated by the intimacy we shared? How could he know that he really needed me, and not just craved the vicinity, and fair, humane treatment?

His words went on repeat in my head but I didn't want to make our romantic moment go away by making a thing out of what he said with my curious and unreasonable questions.

I shook my head slightly while a smile formed my lips.

"I know, Brandon,"

Once again our lips met to make up the beautiful moment between us like a perfect end of a romantic film.

There I sat, on the messed-up sheets in front of a man known as a cold-hearted, manipulative psychopath, with my lips pressed against his.

I was well aware of it all, but still, I didn't want to realize the problem about what I was doing.

I knew that it was wrong, but it was not much more than that.

It was like I didn't even get it.

With the way I felt for him, and how my body physically reacted whenever I was close enough to his aura, it was like I didn't understand it for real.

No matter how psychologically educated I was and how much of a professional I was when it came to the human brain, this was just flying by me like an imperceptible gust of wind.

I was slowly switching side to the unstable. The wicked and illogical one which was shared by the people who were locked up inside the cellar doors of the institution.

I was slowly turning into one of them as my sanity disappeared more for every minute that passed me by.

In the most careful and insidious way, I was taken away from my mentality, too slowly for me to ever notice.

I was falling for a dangerous and toxic person who could never handle falling in love. I was falling for a person who had the tendency to hurt me, both with his violent hands, but as much with his manipulative words as well.

I was falling for a person who had killed people, a convicted murderer who was hated by the whole nation and deserved to sit on death row for his brutal actions.

He was my patient and I was his nurse and in the world of profession and reality, we would be on the complete opposite side of each other and fight against each other's brains.

But I was no longer present in the reality. I had slowly faded out to step inside another world filled with the forbidden, the abnormal, and the insane ways of being.