Alison escapes to the guest bathroom.
She locks the door and stares at herself in the mirror. Her lipstick smudged. Her hair tousled. Chest rising too fast.
She whispers to herself: "What are you doing?"
But deep down, she already knows the answer, she wanted that kiss. She still wants more.
Her fingers graze her lips again. The echo of him is still there.
Her phone buzzes: It was myles, "Where are you? We're leaving soon."
She ignores it.
Then another message: "Don't let him mess with your head. You're better than this."
Her chest tightens she knows Myles cares, but right now, his protection feels like a cage.
She wipes her mouth, smooths her dress, and walks out… not to leave, but to find Scott again.
She steps into a quiet hallway leading to the upper lounge.
The light was dim . No music. Just heavy silence and her heels clicking.
She turns a corner… and he's there.
Scott leans against the wall like he was waiting for her.
His voice is a whisper: "Couldn't stay away?"
She answers honestly: "Neither could you."
No more teasing. No more talking.
They walk toward each other like it's inevitable.
He cups her face gently, like she's breakable.
She grabs his shirt like she's desperate.
Their mouths meet again, this time with everything behind it.
No soft kiss this one's fire, need, want.
Her back hits the wall. His body presses into hers.
His hands on her thighs. Her fingers in his hair.
The music downstairs is a blur.
The party might as well not exist.
All Alison knows is his lips, his breath, his heat.
He lifts her slightly enough for her legs to wrap around his waist.
Her dress hikes up. His hand slides under it, slow, intentional.
He whispers: "Say no, and I'll stop."
She doesn't say anything just kisses him harder.
A door creaks open down the hallway.
Laughter from a drunk couple breaks the moment.
Alison freezes reality crashing back.
Scott sets her down gently, his eyes still wild with want.
"We should stop," she says, breathless.
He leans in, kisses her forehead and said "We both know we won't."
She pulls away, fixing her dress, trying to breathe again.
She walks ahead, heels unsteady, heart louder than the music.
Scott stays behind for a second, watching her like he's already planning their next moment.
Alison rejoins the crowd, but everything feels different.
She sees Myles across the room his face falls when their eyes meet.
She knows he knows.
The lights flicker. Her heart does too.
Alison whispers to herself:
"This night is changing everything."