This will be our little secret - emison

Chapter 4 - sleepover party

Alison's POV

I retracted my lips from his and immediately spun around, only to catch her standing steadfast at the exact same spot as I left her. Her incredible brown eyes met mine, and I studied them rapidly to find any sign of hurt or anger, but I just couldn't read her expression at all.

It actually made me a little anxious that I couldn't for the very first time, and I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. She should be grateful that I even decided to do all of this hardcore work on my own.

That kiss was nothing but plain disgusting.

Not to mention his unbelievably bad breath. Oh my God that onion breath was killing me during the whole awful make out session- to the point where I almost gave up midway.

I eventually came to terms that I shouldn't give up as a DiLaurentis, but he could seriously use a gum or two though, and a ton of spray under his arms.

"Here are the beers, beautiful." A deep voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned around to face the guy once again, and instantly caught how his desireful dark eyes were trailing up and down my body. Noticing his sultry expression, I suddenly reached out for his big hands to place them firmly on my breasts over my shirt.

I always loved being the center of the attention, even in a filthy store like this, and maybe it was beginning to get a little too much, but I really didn't care at this point.

''Hopefully I'll see you again here sometime soon?'' He asked in a breathy voice, as he stared wide-eyed at his immobile hands.

"Oh, thanks for the beers handsome. Not so sure about that though," I said while trailing my fingers teasingly down his jaw line and seductively biting my lower lip.

His scruffy beard scratched my fingers, as if they were about to bleed anytime soon.

It had nothing on Emily's smooth tanned skin and her perfect sculpted jaw. Gosh, not to mention those unbelievably soft plumped lips. They were just so addictive and kissable, which made me question myself at times.

"Alison, I think we should leave now."

"Sure, babe." The words came spilling out of my mouth without a second thought, with my gaze still lingered on the guy.

I removed his hands from my chest and caught his confused expression, before I dramatically spun around on my heels with the beers in my hands.

"Can I at least get your number?" He hollered after me.

A devious smile plastered its way onto my lips, as I kept on walking- ignoring him completely, as if he was nothing but air. My eyes were glued to her pretty face the whole time.

"Or maybe a name?" He asked in a much lower tone with uncertainty to it.

I smirked at the affection that I had on even strangers. It was unbelievable how desperate and horny this guy could possibly be, and all along because he got a sweet little taste of my lips.

I finally reached Emily.

The first thing I noticed was how her face was portraying the same unreadable expression, but this close I caught her right eye twitching. She didn't give me her usual adorable puppy look, which I longed after more than anything in that exact moment.

I decided to kiss her cheek softly, however, her reaction didn't alter at all. She was still standing there motionless with this very unfamiliar look plastered onto her face, and it was literally beginning to drive me insane- to the point that I just smashed our lips in a much needed kiss.