Letting go of his hand, she shook her head and stomped back up the stairs. Stubborn asshole. She knew he was softening towards her. Why did he have to keep zig-zagging back and forth? He couldn't just admit it and go from there. They could both be happier if they both admitted. Was she attached? Yes. Why hadn't she admitted it? Because she didn't care for the smug look he'd give her as well as the cold shoulder. Not to mention, he'd hold that against her.
Going into the room, she slammed the door. Or tried to.
Instead of slamming against the other door, it slammed against the wall.
Allison turned to see Deucalion filling up the doorway. His eyes narrowed on her as she sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her brush, and started in on her hair. He stalked past her and slammed the door to t
