Dinner II

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The food was served but how could one eat if all appetite was lost?

Seeing Xavier with Claire, arm in arm, like they had always belonged together was a new kind of pain. I was angry at Jacob for bringing me here even though he knew that Xavier was going to be here too. I glanced at him to my left as he was busy enjoying the delicate appetizer. He and I were going to have a long conversation about his reasonings and excuses for putting me through this. He knew Claire was the hostess and he still brought me.

All I needed was to get through the dinner without any drama or drawing any attention to myself.

I held my fork so tightly in my hand that I feared I might break or bend it, and werewolves don't use fragile cutlery.

I was about to take a few bites to avoid seeming rude when I nearly jumped out of my seat at the shock of feeling a hand on my right thigh.

I looked alarmed to my right and John was eating like nothing was wrong, while his left hand caressed my thigh