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"so basically, Cillian made a scene at my home. He accused me of taking pictures of him and that twig Sarah, which I didn't by the way," I babbled, taking a bite of my chicken parmesan.

Kyle prepared us the most delicious meal of the century, paired with two glasses of red wine and the atmospheric scene of Rochester city living below us.

We could see everything from his dining table that was placed neatly by one of the floor to ceiling windows.

Kyle says it's the first time he's ever sat here and it was comforting.

I scoffed, "can you believe that jerk. After everything he put me through." I folded my arms across my chest as my fork made a cracking sound when it hit the plate.

Kyle was just staring at me as I rambled about my endeavors, I creased my brows, "what?"I asked, noticing he hasn't said a thing since I've started.

He broke eye contact briefly to cut another piece of his chicken, "nothing. I'm just listening".

"Yeah? Well your listening very intently." I said with a hint of sarcasm, he cracked a smirk and leaned back in his chair with the piece of chicken in his mouth.

"What can I say, perks of being a professor and a psychiatrist."

My eyebrows rose with surprise as a recollection of doctor Green's words echoed through my mind, "Psychiatrist?" I've come to realize that Kyle was a very strange man, very private and poised, though he's a little rough around the edges he's always so smooth with everything. It makes me wonder who he is, what he likes and doesn't like.

He's not a complainer either, he loves a challenge and he's very big on discipline. I am speaking from experience.

He nodded, wiping his lips with the napkin,"Yes. My mother was a lawyer and my father was a neurosurgeon, I chose the latter in hopes of living in my father's legacy," he explained, I only went to college because it's tradition, criminology was never something I necessarily wanted to do but with a degree like that I could easily teach. I love teaching.

I noticed he used past tense when addressing his parents but I'm sure everyone he meets interrogates him about it, knowing that I don't want anyone prying in my life I chose to remain respectful and appreciate the little things he let on.

I smiled, "I'm sure they'd be very proud," whether or not curiousity was eating its way at me, I pushed my emotions aside and tried not to ruin the conversation.

"So why teaching then?" I decided to ask instead, he pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side as if he's wondering himself.

"I never had a preference really, it's just the psych ward and the prison that I volunteer at doesn't require my help that often but teaching does," this surprised me, I never would have thought.

I'm sure my mouth was open at an embarrassingly large size as Kyle burst out into a fit of laughter, surprising me even more.

His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, head thrown back as a reverberation of chuckles left his mouth, he is beautiful and I don't know how long this will last so I wanted to savor it.

"your full of surprises professor Norman." I voiced, looking up at him through my lashes as I cut another piece of my chicken.

His laughter died down into a small smile and his eyes met mine again,"I'm just a normal man Celine."

I rolled my eyes at his attempt of seeming humble, "your far from normal Kyle."

He cocked a brow, "how so? Do you think I'm a killer or I live a double life?" He chuckled, eyes never leaving mine.