"Hey."
"Hey."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Better than ever before."
"Would you like some breakfast?"
"Croissants, blueberry muffins and coffee."
"Sounds vaguely familiar."
"It should."
"How about some crepes instead?"
"Only if you get my favorite cook to make them for me."
"Talia isn't here. She lives in Philly."
"I had someone else in mind."
"Really? I was pretty sure Talia was your favourite cook."
"Well, she maybe a better cook but I'm biased."
"Did you just say Talia was a better cook?"
"Someone's pride is hurt."
"I hate you."
"Do you?"
"Maybe."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So you don't want to kiss me right now?"
"No."
"Not even a little bit?"
"Stop."
"Kiss me."
"Alison!"
"Kiss me, Emily!"
"I thought we were going to wait and take it slow."
"Kiss me!"
"But."
"Fine! I need a shower. I'll be right ba.." She didn't get to finish her sentence.
I'm evil, remember? I love to tease. So how did this happen? What do you think? The whole chapter will tell you how..
Actually there is something I needed to clarify. I know Alison in the first few chapters was not Alison. But it was the night she was attacked so how could she be herself? If you notice Alison in California was herself and will stay herself.
Send me a few suggestions for one shots. This story is comparatively heavy and I'd like to write some fluff for you. I promise you will get your regular updates for this story.
