MADMAN'S ARMS

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( 🎶 Devil Like You - Gareth Dunlop )

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

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

"Checkmate," I grinned while leaning forward to move my black queen over the checkered board to take down Brandon's white king. I felt proud over my profit of him and I couldn't help myself but keep the broad grin proudly over my lips.

This was just another 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 I was not completely emotionally taken over by his manipulative way of existing.

Brandon shook his head as he grabbed his lip with his teeth in the most attractive way. I still couldn't understand how he got my knees to completely give up every time he did just that.

His eyes searched their way into mine and immediately began to examine my soul like so many times before.

Still leaning my elbows on the small table in front of us, I looked back deeply into the gorgeously brown-coloured eyes of his. When our glares were attached like this, it was like he and I were the only ones existing in the whole galaxy of the milky way. I didn't care about the people around us or if they saw us, because with the way we could communicate with our eyes only, it would not make anyone suspect anything about our strong attraction towards each other.

I noticed Brandon's eyes as they moved away from my own and curiously looked down and stopped right at my chest area. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I noticed how my uniform dress gapped by the cleavage and exposed what was underneath when I leaned forward like this. 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 an estrus and hormonal teenager who loved playing around and tease the boys with skirts too short or with blouses designed with the most obvious exposing neckline.

My exciting heart race completely stopped when the package of cigarettes fell out of my chest pocket and I immediately raised to sit up straight again.

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

Brandon pierced his eyes into mine once again, and a dirty grin now formed his wet lips. Yet again I felt a bit ashamed by the exposure of my female 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 as I tried to come up with something to say to break the abash silence between us, but this time Brandon was faster than me.

"Do you smoke, Beverly?" He kept smirking as he bit his lip one more time like he was turned on by the revelation. The answer was obvious, but I felt the reason he asked his question was not because he wanted a genuine answer from me. 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 shaking my head and gritting my teeth with frustration.

Even if I was used to his games by now, it was still frustrating whenever 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 as I smirked myself, holding my lip between my teeth in liability.

"Can I have one?" He breathed as he winked and leaned a little bit forward only to get closer to me. He knew I couldn't let him smoke in here.

"No," I replied 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 as 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 started hammering my inside as I read his signals. My stomach got over floated with fluttering butterflies and the smirk that previously formed my face turned into something a lot more serious.

I licked my lips as I imagined Brandon's warm body moving against my own and there was nothing I would rather do than follow him to his room and let him take care of me in the way only he could. I leaned over the table once more, refusing 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 placed his lips instantly as he understood.

Lifting his chin in a cocky way, 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 as 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 to me by now, and I was ready to accept that, 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 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.