ALISON'S REALITY CRASHED DOWN. Her arms wounded themselves around his neck and pulled him closer- not that she needed to with the proximity between them.
However, Kissing Grayson was a rarity; it never really happened as much as she wanted to. Her lips hand only felt bliss once but experiencing it again seemed to ignite something deep inside her, and she wanted more. Just like always, she always wanted more than what he was willing to give her.
Alison thought this was only a tease; just like always, the moment she falls into the passion, he would pull away, only to leave her there all alone. She would be left flushed and embarrassed.
She just awaited when he would leave, Grayson was like a pattern, and she was beginning to catch onto it.
