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My gaze took that figure sat away from me.

Eyes warm, they did enough accessing every bit of my profile, perhaps to get the reaction from what he had just foretold.

"He killed himself because of me" He stated.

"Why do you say that?" My voice was low, eyes intent was on him.

"Cause it is the truth" Followed his response.

"Those are only your thoughts, Logan. Those thoughts will do everything to bring you down, to have you broken" I uttered to him with every concern edged in my voice.

"Well, I already am broken" He called flatly.

"You can't say that"

I couldn't tell if I was only trying to appease an already battered soul, or give little life to the young man in front of me.

"I've done what you asked of me" He called in a low voice. "Told you a secret I never had told anyone before" He began, with figure tearing off the seat, moving over to where I was.

"Now, will you do what I ask?"

How could the presence of one fellow, leave me faltering, with every of my entirety nervous?

Perhaps it was the way that scrutiny lingered on my profile, doing enough to examine.

I had taken off my seat at once, feet pushing backwards at every step he pulled forward, and until my figure was to the wall, had he stopped pushing on.

"What is it you ask?" My voice was barely audible, with eyes meeting his, beholding the expression in that gaze.

"Kiss me"

My expression turned blank, gaze holding that longing one of his so well.

"That's not a question, Mister Marshall"

"Then, will you let me kiss you?" He followed at once, hands resting on the wall next to my form.

I should break that silence which fell between us, that one which only sparked the tension in the room, but I was found gaping at the young man away, watching the delight which rushed to his gaze.

In there was a haze of glee. One which mocked me, one that said, 'I know how well I've gotten you, and it would be unwise to turn away now'

How those eyes scrutinized my form, Lord!

Mouth was found turning dry, the tensity and anticipation coursing through every vein in me, building up so bad, and coming to burst up right in my chest.

Those eyes were ravenous on my form, pulling mine so well, and I could tell you, my own eyes faltered, warmth rushing to every part of my being, and in a second, he brought his lips to mine, body freezing under his hold.

It was a like a rush of breeze had snapped past me, with my legs found numb, I swallowed hard at the touch of the young man.

I was tossed in a state of shock, left completely bewildered at what was happening, but more so, dumbfounded that I gave no resists to his actions.

His lips remained light on mine, waiting for me to give entrance for his to settle in, and in a moment, they pushed in, sending every heat to my body.

It came to last for as long as a minute was, our lips moving in sync, and only at that instant when his hands reached for my thighs, had I pushed him off at once, coming to realize what was enfolding.

The silence that passed, gave enough volume to sound of our breaths and pants.

While the young man away remained watching me, I avoided that scrutiny of his, hands adjusting my clothing.

"Leave, Logan" My breath was low, voice heavy.

No utterance was emitted from him. Those eyes only contracted on my form, watching as I brought my gaze to his.

"Leave" I called yet again. "And let it be known that this will be our last counseling session"

I dropped those words, right before moving away from him, meanwhile, I just could feel that scrutiny lingering on me.