He took my favorite cable-knit sweater. I run my hand down his back, feeling the ridges of the knit design. One of the women dramatically coughs, and Teddy and I break apart with a jolt. “Do you two need a minute?” Paulie’s wife teases. Her friend laughs. Behind her, Tess’s smile falls. She glances between us, her gaze settling on me. All of a sudden, it feels like she’s looking at me like I’m a wolf loose in the room. Next to her, Rachel looks at Teddy like he’s the sheep I intend to eat. Feeling self-conscious under their weighted stares, I step away from him.
