Party 'til you pass out / When the party's over

[A/N: this is a really short chapter, but I just wanted to get this out. Please like/comment, I so love to read your reactions haha <3]

Alison

My legs were about to give up at his soft touch. My body reacted immediately, remembering how it felt to be so close to him, to be touched and loved by him. The sensation flooded my senses, overwhelmed my nerve system and overwrote every logical thought in my mind.

'Oli...,' I whispered. I felt him set a step closer to me, and I eventually opened my eyes again. He was looking down on me with nothing but regret in his eyes, and that made me come back to reality. I inhaled deeply and softly pulled my face from his hand, setting a step back from him. His eyes narrowed at that, and his hand fell down alongside his body.

'I'm so sorry,' he then said. I nodded, biting my lip and wondering whether he meant about just now or everything in our past too.

'I know you are,' I muttered. I looked up at him. 'But there's been too much...' My voice faltered and fell silent before I could finish my sentence. Oliver pursed his lips and nodded.

'Yeah...' We stood like that for a moment, both a beacon of sadness and regret, in the middle of a crowded hotel bar that was alive with joy.

'I - I should go to my room,' I stuttered. 'I have a very early flight to catch tomorrow morning -' Without another word I turned around and walked away, crossing the lobby and pushing the button of the elevator ten times before the doors opened and I could get in. Right when the doors closed, a black tattooed hand opened them again and Oliver got in.

'Ali -' I sighed and bit my lip at hearing him say my name like that. The sound of his voice made my skin tingle and my heart run, and I couldn't say whether I hated or liked it. His further silence made me look at him, and he was doing the same with me. 'I don't know if I should say this, but - I never stopped caring about you. Ever.'

'Stop,' I said quietly, biting my lip and shutting my eyes again against the tears that came up. I leaned against the wall with my back, shaking my head. 'You'll only make it worse.'

'Make what worse?,' he muttered, his voice closer than I liked. My eyes sprung open and saw him stand right in front of me. I looked at the number above the lift doors for a second. Eight floor. Four more to go.

'This,' I whispered, looking back at him. His eyes trailed over my face, kept lingering at my lips and then came back to my eyes. He carefully leaned in with a hand against the wall, cornering me between his body and the wall. It was too much, I could not - did not want to - handle this.

'This?,' he asked quietly, his other hand finding its way around my waist as he placed his head against mine and nuzzled my nose with his. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't function. He was so close, too close, and no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't get away from him - didn't want to either, for that matter. I felt his faint breath against my skin as the familiarity of being in this position with him made my entire body melt. It felt as if the craving my body had held in all this time was finally going to be fulfilled, and I didn't have the strength anymore to say 'no', so I just closed my eyes to give in to him, waiting for -

The elevator stopped and pinged, indicating we had reached the twelfth floor and I had to get out. I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes, seeing Oliver quickly move away from me as if he had burned himself. He stared at me with dark eyes, breathing heavily. I looked back at him, not knowing what to say, feeling utterly confused and upset. Without a word, I left the elevator and almost ran to my room, opening the door with one swipe of the card and closing it hard. I inhaled deeply and sank down with my back against the door, crying silently to myself, thinking about what the fuck just happened?!