Allena
"Jack, darling," a sultry voice purred, cutting through the heavy air.
Laura stepped right beside Jack. Her hand slid familiarly over his shoulder, her manicured fingers sinking into the expensive fabric of his jacket with an easy, proprietary confidence. The worst part wasn’t her boldness. It was the sudden, suffocating stillness that took over me when I saw that he didn't pull away.
"I had a wonderful time out there," Laura murmured, tilting her head up so her lashes practically brushed his jawline. "Though, honestly, not nearly as much fun as we had at the bar the other night."
The casual implication of her words felt like a physical blow. Jack’s dark eyes flicked from Laura to me, sharp and measuring the exact depth of my reaction. Then, with agonizing, deliberate slowness,
