Chapter 47

Jason's fork stabbed past the shrimp into the plate, the noise made us stop eating.

"What did he want by this time of the night?" he searched my face.

"Didn't you say you weren't jealous?"

"I'm not"

"Then don't ask"

"I'm very possessive and extremely territorial"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Pérez looked at me like I needed coaching lessons.

"You're so dense" he bit into his tender Maine Lobster tail.

"I'm perfectly fine"

Jason was moody throughout dinner, throwing occasional jabs of insult at me.

I refused to give in to his pettiness.

We moved outside to begin the fun and games.

Jason sat on a woven bamboo chair and made himself an active observer.

I sat on the grass lawn and loved the way the full moon shone it's silver rays.

Pérez appeared from behind Jason wearing an open shirt.

"I'm your host today. What game shall we do today? Spin it"