MICHEAL
Alison had been acting weird this morning. She seems more...cuddly? I don't know how to describe it, but she is clinger than usual. Was it because she was at my parents' house? But it's not like I told her to show more PDA in front of them!
"Baby, you got to try a piece of this omelet your mom made. So delish!" Alison said.
"I know. I have the same omelet on my plate, so you don't need to feed it to me," I said and chuckled uncomfortably.
"But it tastes even better when I feed it to you. Say, ahh!" she cooed and practically shoved it in my mouth.
I couldn't help but be conscious of Jacob staring at us. He was chewing his food slowly while watching this very uncomfortable interaction between Alison and me. I wondered what he was thinking about.
"Doesn't it taste so much better
