"GRAYSON, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME." Alison express her instant distaste of what she was about to do. "I can't believe you left me out here again, you sick, sick pickled brick!"
"That's it, I'm going back." She whispered to herself after having enough of just going in circles while not knowing what to do. She even bets that was his plan all along, dragging her into the woods only to leave her here on her own. He had done it too many times for the past couple of days. It was official, she regretted ever agreeing to this, to him trying to help her fight.
Just as she was going to turn back, a hand stretched out and pulled her against their chest while the other hand covered her mouth, silencing her completely. Relaxing into his hold, she smiled into his hand when she comprehended who it was.
"Like I said, you need to work on your sense and reflexes more," he whispered softly into her left ear.
