ALISON'S POV
Standing in his arms is the best feeling I have felt in months. It's like coming up for air after being for an unbearably long time under the water, not being able to breath or you'll drown. He turns me and sits me down and I scoot over deeper into the booth he chose to sat at . I could feel the eyes on me, it's like something itching at the back of your head and I turn my face from him, wiping the tears with my hoodie's sleeve.
I don't know what to think about him seeing me like this . All skinniness and boniness. I don't know if he even noticed it, if he did he didn't react nor did he say something.
" Can I order you something ?" Isaac asks and I turn my head towards him
" Water ." I gulp and he nods , his eyes narrowing into slits as he studies my expression
" What ?"
