Dinner service is in full swing by the time I calm down enough to go back inside. The lure of the lights has faded and all I want is for this night to be over. Zelia and Allie are engrossed deep in conversation and my heart nearly falls out of my a**. Did Allie tell her what we did? No, Zelia wouldn’t be looking at me with those seductive eyes if she knew that I can still taste Allie on my tongue.
“Welcome back." She moves to sit in her seat, eyes never leaving mine.
I graze my lips against Zelia’s cheek and sit back down, my hand squeezing her thigh hard. This is who I love. This is where I need to be. She bites her lip, eyeing me as I drink her in. Maybe I could convince her to leave early after all. No, I need to see this through till the end. I reach for a roll at the center of the table and lightning strikes as my fingers brush against Allie’s.
She quickly takes her roll of bread and dives into buttering her roll. Maybe I should say something to ease the tension.
"Allie."