They stayed like that for the longest, both of them beginning to lose track of time. Their mouths molded together perfectly, and their lips moved in sync. Laurent's hand was still gripping onto her shirt, and she could feel him pull her a little, to get her body closer to his. Alana didn't mind, though. She was too busy indulging in the feel and taste of his soft, puckered lips on hers. There were a thousand things that told her to push him away from her, but she couldn't. Absentmindedly, her arms wound around his neck, her hand pressing against the back of his head.

Laurent let go of her after he saw that she liked it, and he broke away from her, pushing himself up off the ground.

"What -"

Alana gasped as Laurent grabbed her waist, lifting her up onto the bed. He pushed her back against the wall before climbing onto the bed as well. He sat against he wall and he grabbed her again, pulling her onto his lap. It wasn't long before their lips reconnected again, and Alana instinctively arched her back to be more comfortable. This kiss was more passionate than the other one, and she felt him slip his tongue into her mouth. She pressed her tongue against his and he kissed her roughly, a soft grunt emitting from him. Laurent found his way to her round, supple ass, and he grabbed it hard, causing a gasp to leave her lips.

Laurent slid his hands up to her waist and under her shirt his big hands rubbing the soft skin. Alana pressed her hand against his face, her thumb rubbing across the stubble that started to form on it. He pressed her down a little and she felt something under her. It was a mixture of soft and solid, and she got an idea of what it was. A hot flash ran through her and she whimpered, putting more force into the kiss. Her lips attacked his viciously, their tongues pushing against each other. Laurent enjoyed the taste of her lips, and the feel of them. They weren't too small, or too big. They were just how he liked them. He could feel himself getting heated, but in a completely way. 

"Wait," she said, pulling away from him, licking her lips slowly. "We can't. I've been gone too long."

"I don't give a shit," he replied, rolling his eyes. He pulled her towards him and he began to attack her neck, licking and biting it.

"Laurent," she said almost in a moan. "I have to go, I promise I'll be back later."

"That's too long." He mumbled continuing what he was doing.

"Stop it," she sighed, pushing him back. His eyes landed on her neck and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Okay, you can go now."

"What did you do?" She exclaimed, climbing off of him. He chuckled, clasping his hands together.

"It's not dark enough, chéri. Don't worry."

She nodded, trusting him on it.

"I'm going to go," she said walking towards the door. She heard him stand up and she turned around, watching as he walked towards her.

He grabbed her face with one hand and he kissed her again, pecking her lips afterwards.

"Go," he said softly. She nodded and she opened the door, walking out of the room. She closed it behind her and she walked slowly down the hall, groaning lightly.

"My God, Alana," she said to herself. "What did you do?"

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The rest of the day went by a little fast, and Alana couldn't ignore the butterflies that erupted in her stomach every five seconds. She couldn't stop thinking about their kiss, and her mind was racing with so many different things. She was confused and stuck. She didn't know how to feel about it, especially since he was one of the many people she should never try anything like that with.

She was surprised that Crystal didn't say anything about her neck, but she did ask about why she took so long. She told her that he was venting to her, and she didn't want to just leave him by himself. Which was kind of true, even though she skipped quite a few parts. Right now, Alana was in the day room, watching over the patients. She was walking around with her hands in her pockets, humming under her breath.

"Isn't she lovely," Matthew sang, causing Alana to stop in her tracks.

"Isn't she wonderful?"

She turned towards the entrance and he was walking towards her, a devious smirk on his face.

"Where's your lover boy?" He asked, folding his arms.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alana said, rolling her eyes.

"Your hero," he scoffed.

"If you're referring to Laurent, he's in his room. Why does it matter to you?"

"I'm just making sure he won't bother us this time."

Alana rolled her eyes and she sighed exasperatedly. "Why can't you leave me alone? I don't want to talk to you, why can't you respect that?"

"I want to make you mine, Alana. I'm not going to stop trying."

Matthew stepped a little closer to her and he raised his hand, rubbing her shoulder softly.

"We'll see how that goes after I file a restraining order against you," Alana replied, pushing his hand away. She walked past him and she left the day room. She checked the time and she realized it was time for her to give her patients their lunch. She didn't really feel like cooking that day, so she made them turkey sandwiches, with a side of chips and a water.

She had finished the sandwiches in about thirty minutes and she put all of the trays on the cart, pushing it towards the elevators. She pressed the button for it, waiting for it to open. When it did, she pulled the cart into the elevator, making sure not to hit the edge of it. She pressed the button to the second floor and she hummed as she went up, tapping her fingers on the cart.

The doors opened shortly and she pushed the cart out, walking past the nurses station.

"I'll take the cart when you're done," Crystal said as she walked by. "I'm going to do my rounds after you."

"Alright, I'll leave it in the hallway," Alana replied. Crystal nodded and Alana pushed the cart to her first room. She held her ID in front of the scanner and it opened afterwards. She took one tray off of the cart and she carried it into the room, placing it on the patients bed. She didn't really know that patient, but he was nice to her; he was pleasant.

She left the room and she shut it behind her, pushing the cart to Samantha's room. She opened the door with her ID and she took a tray off of the cart, carrying it into the room.

"Hi, Alana," Samantha said, picking at her nails. Alana sat the tray on her bed, frowning.

"You alright, Sammy?"

"I'm fine," Samantha replied, looking at the ground distantly.

Alana nodded slowly, sighing. "Alright, love. I'll be back later, okay?"

Samantha nodded and Alana left the room, closing the door behind her. She pushed the cart to Agnes's room and she opened it, spotting Agnes sitting in the floor against her bed.

"You okay, Agnes?" Alana asked, grabbing her tray. She put it on her bed and Agnes nodded, looking up at Alana.

"They've been quiet," she said. "Is that bad?"

"No, that's good," Alana smiled. "Does this happen often?"

"Yes...but after they're quiet for a few days, they come back way worse."

Alana could see the fear in Agnes's eyes and it broke her heart to see her like that. Disregarding the voices that Agnes heard, she was such a sweet girl. She did a lot for everyone, especially Alana. There's been times where Agnes could've hurt her, but she didn't. She would rather let the voices be mad at her before she hurt Alana.

"At least they're gone for now," Alana said. "I really hope they stay away for a while."

"Me too," Agnes muttered. Alana left the room after that, closing the door behind her. She pushed the cart towards Laurent's room, her heart beating in her chest hard. She opened the door with her ID and she took his tray off of the cart, carrying it into the room.

He was lying on his back on the bed, with one foot up and one arm lying in his stomach. He stared at her from where he was, licking his lips slowly.

Alana shut the door behind her, walking over to him.

"Hey," she said softly, her eyes running over and admiring his face.

"Give me your hand," he said quickly, confusing her a bit. She held out her hand to him and he took it, pulling her arm down. He opened up her hand and he placed it over the left side of his chest, frowning deeply.

"You feel that?"

Alana nodded, the feel of his quickening heartbeat beating against her small hand.

"I do."

"I don't know, but every time I'm around you, my heart gets faster."

He sat up slowly, pushing himself off the bed.

"Is that bad?" She asked, watching his eyes narrow at her.

"Yes it is," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm losing the urge to hurt you. I don't like feeling that way. A few days ago, all I wanted to do is hurt you. Now is different."

Alana swallowed a little, nervousness slowly creeping through her veins.

Please don't hurt me, she thought to herself, praying that he could read her mind.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I-I didn't mean to."

She saw Laurent's eye twitch a little and he let her hand go, backing away from her. He didn't want to look at her, seeing how nervous she was. She was still scared of him, and as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't want her to be. Not anymore.

"I don't like to feel that either," he said, shaking his head.

"Feel what?"

"Guilt."

Alana frowned and she tilted her head just a bit, pursing her lips.

"Why?"

"Feelings was the one thing that got me into bad situations in the past. I always felt sad, hurt, worry, guilt. I felt a lot of stuff. When I stop caring, everything got better. I was happy. But now you come along, and bring them back."

He looked at her with a frown in his face, but Alana couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"What have you been feeling?" She asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "I been feeli...angry, like always. I feel something else though."

"Like what?"

"Like I have to make sure you okay."

Alana nodded, fiddling with her fingers. "So you care?"

"I guess so," he replied. "But you know what I want to feel?"

Alana shook her head, watching as he stepped towards her. She backed up slowly, feeling intimidated under his gaze. Her back hit the wall and she jumped, looking up at Laurent cautiously. He pressed his hands by both sides of her head, leaning down.

"I want to feel you. Every inch of you, slowly. You make me feel good. Every time I see you, I think about the things I can do to you and make you feel good. And that's something I haven't desire in a long time."

"I want the same thing Laurent," Alana responded, shutting her eyes. "I really do. But we can't."

"Who stopping us?" He asked.

"The cameras, the nurses. Basically this whole entire place."

Laurent just stared at her, his eyes flicking between the two of hers.

"I don't care about the cameras. I can take you right here."

Alana shook her head, looking down at her hands. "We can't. If someone find out, I'll get fired. Then I won't see you at all."

Laurent chuckled, standing straight. He turned away from her, a sigh leaving his lips.

"Think you trying to say you're loud. If you are, all you have to do is shut up."

"What - no. No, that's not what I'm saying, I've never been loud."

"You haven't been fucked good, that's why."

Alana damn near choked on her words as his left his mouth.

"What are you saying, that you can do better?"

"That is exactly what I'm saying."

Alana scoffed, crossing her arms. "No you can't."

Laurent looked back at her, his eyebrows raising. He turned towards her, and he shifted all of his weight onto his right foot.

"You sure about that?" He asked, his hand gripping something below his waist. Alana's eyes shot down to what he was grabbing and it was her turn to look as surprised as he did. She could see the whole outline of his dick. Just by looking at it, she could tell he was big. There was a gap between his thumb and index finger that his dick filled, and she followed it all the way to his hip bone.

She felt a hot flash run through her body and she took her bottom lip between her teeth, looking back up at him.

"Can I feel it?" She blurted, cursing internally for asking such a dumb question. Smirking, he walked towards her, his hand still gripping it. He stopped dangerously close to her, her breathing picking up speed.

"Touch it," he said quietly. Slowly, she reached her small hand down, placing it over the large bulge. She almost moaned at how it felt under her hand, and she rubbed it a little. She could feel the veins a little bit, she could feel the warmth of it, and the thickness of it. She ran her hand along it, the long shaft throbbing under her touch.

The images that popped into her mind as she rubbed it were so sinful. She could picture herself dropping to her knees in front of him, and pulling it out of his pants. She pictured herself taking all of it down her throat, like he would most likely want her to. She imagined the way it would feel if she did. The warmth and fullness of it taking it up all of the space in her mouth and throat.

The grunt that Laurent let out brought her out of her thoughts and she looked down, seeing that her hand was wrapped around it tightly, rubbing it through his pants. She looked at his face and his eyes were hooded and dark, and he licked his lips slowly, staring into hers.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, a blush creeping on to her face.

"Don't apologize, ma fille."

"What does that mean?" She asked.

He leaned in slowly, pressing a soft kiss, barely even, to her impatient lips.

"It means my girl."

Alana grinned a little, biting her lip. "I'm your girl?"

"Oh baby," he sighed. "You always have been."

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AHAHAHAHAAAHAAH. gotcha🙃. what will happen next ? Find in in the next episode... ❤ x Rose.